Dreams of parents and parking

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I dream I had to back to my parent’s house to do something with them.  I
don’t remember what it is.
The house was not the same house as normal, but looked more like a
Brownstone in a city than the small house in the suburbs where I grew up.
My mother let me in and I followed her into the living room.  Inside the
house was also totally different from the real house.  Long and thin like
my college apartment or something similar.
In a very short space of time, my mother began complaining about my life
and what I was doing with it.
“That’s it,” I said.  “I thought this might work, but it won’t.  So, I’m
leaving.”
“If you’re going to go, say goodbye to your father first.”
I went down to the basement.  Although my father’s “office” in the basement
really was dark, dusty and full of books, in the dream it was even more so.
I had to push between stacks of books to get to where he was and my
flashlight was the only light there.
I did find him at a very small desk between tall stacks of books with his
own small light going.
“I’m leaving,” I told him.  “I can’t take her complaining about me all of
the time.”
“I had hoped you’d show me your new car,” he said.
“I’m willing to show you, not her,” I said.

We drove off in my car.  We were in a city and it looked like something
from a post apocalypse movie.  Fires burned in places, wreckage was in the
street, folks wearing little more than rags walked the streets, but my new
little car drove through it all.
“You bought a Toyota?” my father asked.
“It’s electric,” I said.  “I thought you’d like that.”

We came to the entrance of a parking garage.  The fires and wreckage seemed
worse in this area.
I drove up to get a parking ticket for the garage.
“We’re all full,” the attendant told me.  “I can give you parking for
another lot if you want.”
“It’s a new car,” I said.  “I want it somewhere safe.”
He handed me a ticket.
“Go out to the right and park in the Clown College lot,” he said.
I looked out of that entrance and could see a merry go round one fire, with
parking behind it.  Clowns throwing flaming things at people were dancing
around the burning ride.
“If I pay extra can I park inside?” I asked.
“Clown college or nothing,” he said.
Dream ends

I’m not totally sure of the triggers for this one.  The parking garage was
similar in feel to when I went to get my computer fixed a couple of weeks
ago and had trouble finding a place to park.  But, there were no flaming
clowns at the Natick mall.  (Well, I didn’t see any…)

My father’s birthday was last Saturday.  My wife and I had been talking
about going to visit his grave at some point this spring.  So, that may be
why he was in the dream.
I’m not at all sure about the different house.  Any other dream with my
parent’s house it has been pretty close to the real one.

Comments

[cissa.livejournal.com]

That shit can get really weird.

I'm not at all sure why my parents replaced the automatic-trans HUGE station wagon with a Dodge Dart manual trans- even though neither of them drove stick, ever. Probably another way to mess with me. But- I figured it out, and prefer stick to auto at this point. Especially in snow.

And hell- after I married J and we moved out here- my mother had a car that NO ONE was able to drive, because no one but me could drive stick. Served her right.

I still often have dreams about them. I'm hoping that's my way of working through it all.