I am working on my dream skills. Last night, or when ever it was that I had my dream, I dreamt that my car was stolen from the parking lot of the YMCA in Estes Park, Colorado. I can understand the Colorado part. I will be going there to meet my daughter
and her family, for a week's visit. So that thought was in my memory bank. But how and why did my mini van get in the picture. I should have been dreaming of mountain hikes, beautiful blue skies, aspen glow,afternoon lightening strikes on the top of mountains.
How did my car wiggle into my dream. I often park in lots and get confused about where I parked. So many cars around here are vans and so many are the same light blond color. We tried calling our car, blondie, but she just doesn't respond to it. I notice that
many lots don't have aisle markers. I can remember better with a marker. I especially like theTampa Airport garage. They put small numbered notes for you to take when you get on the elevator. I have never lost my mini there. But I did misplace a car in a garage
in Chicago. Security had to drive me around in that golf cart until I found it. That would have been a good place to have my car stolen. I was disappointed to find it.