I spent all day shopping. I got there early.
I don't remember buying anything or seeing anything but I am finished shopping. I have only my wallet in hand. I have been calm all day.
Where did I leave the car? I am not in the habit of remembering where my car is parked anymore. (I live overseas now and don't drive). I get very anxious. Did I park it in the street, in the car park? I go to the vehicle entrance to the car park and there it is, second one along. Of course! I had arrived early!
A little blackboard on a little trestle has been placed in front of my car. A large number 11 is written in white chalk on the blackboard for all to see. ‘Car park record for length of stay in car park!’ is the clear message the whole world and I get.
It must be a big deal as my car is also being dismantled by an efficient team of 2-3 people in white coats.
As the embarrassment and anger (I am more embarrassed than angry) sink in I begin to cry inconsolably.
I cry and cry and cry till I can hardly cry any more.
A quiet older woman in a flowery dress (she's always around in my dreams) who has some authority and is sympathetic in a grown-up way but also a little distant, consoles me. I appreciate her understanding.
I feel that it is very unfair that I have been singled out.
Who cares how long I left my car there? Is there no allowance made for the fact that I live overseas now and am not up with the latest or the unstated: That parking a car for 11 hours is an exaggeration and that I would be singled out for it?
As soon as I arrive the team mechanically begins to put the car back together again. The complete motor, which had been put into a small storeroom, is retrieved and the sides of the car (I think in 4 parts) are being held up so that the motor can be put back. I don't remember there being seats. There is no talk of fines.
Finally, I go to a Milk Bar and ask for a milkshake.
They give me one with fake milk. I'm really angry because overseas we drink powdered milk. I feel cheated in my own country where I expected to get real milk.
Note:
I think it's to do with my son who is being teased at school, as I was, at his age: 11. He was in a minor playground scuffle last week and was suspended for the afternoon as a result. The boy he was responding to didn't get the blame. He was trying to defend a friend and ended up with all the blame. He has been teased at school about getting into trouble. Last week I told a friend that it makes me feel very sad that my son has the same problem I had. I used to cry and cry when I was eleven I said to her!
I know the older woman is my grown-up self.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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