Dream Turned Nightmare

My Poor Car
Side Note: I wish my car was purple!

I had a dream the other night.  An adoption dream.  I have them from time to time when I'm super stressed out about things or when I have a lot on my mind.  I had one before the adoption protest where I showed up and was made to park on the street, and then nobody showed up.  Classic adoptee dream or so I've been told.  Feeling adopted much?

So anyway, this dream was different.  I had emailed my first mother and invited her to come with SinginInTheRain to meet up with me on my birthday.  She decided to come!  But rather than coming to me, we met where they live.  In my dream, this place was horrible!  Crime ridden, grey, ugly.  I know it's not really like that, but I think I was making it so horrible in my head because I'm afraid of it.  Go figure.  The best way to describe it is that it was like Gotham in a Bat.man movie.  You know, when it looks like the apocalypse is happening because everything is grey and there's steam coming off the streets and trash everywhere.  Welcome to my dream!

So anyway, I valet my car at the movie theater.  I didn't know where I was going so I figured I'd just valet it.  By the way, the movie theater was up high and I had to drive around these big circular ramps just to get to the valet.  I handed my keys over, and waited, looking down the stairs wondering what would happen.  Then my first father and first mother slowly walked up and came over to me.  My first father gave me a hug and my first mother hung back a little bit.  She looked just like her picture and she was smiling, a big huge grin because she was happy to see me.  I was so thrilled to see the smile!  I ran up to her and gave her a hug.  She hugged me back and then we just started to stare at each other.  So awkward but it didn't matter.  My first father suggested that we go into the movie theater but I remembered that I forgot my jacket in my car. I felt like I needed a breather too.  So I told them I'd just run to the car and get my jacket and I'd be right back.  They said that was fine and went into the theater together.

I had to run down the ramps (which was like running in a circle) all the way to the basement floor where my car was parked.  The valet people tell me that I never valeted my car.  I told them I did and showed them the slip.  They kept saying, nope, didn't happen!  So I ran through the garage and sure enough there was my car.  Then when I pointed it out to the valet people, they told me it wasn't my car, it was their car.  It was being sold!  I was told that I had to prove that it was my car because according to them it was theirs.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out the receipt for the car (which apparently I had been carrying around for five years... lol!).  They were upset because nobody can ever prove it before the car is sold.  So now I have proven that it's my car and I'm telling a nice policeman about my story.  But at the same time, my first parents are in the theater waiting for me.  But I can't leave to see them because I'm stuck filing a police report in the middle of a parking garage.

In the end, I missed my whole visit.  I woke up disappointed because in my dream, my first mother had finally changed her mind about me and wanted to spend time with me and get to know me.  I was also disappointed because she felt so real in my dream.  So incredibly real that I woke up remembering how it felt in my dream to give her a hug.

NeverTooLate told me that she hopes all my dreams come true when she said her goodbye.  Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I hope that someday part of this dream comes true.  Not the whole car part, but the meeting her part.  It's a huge wish and dream of mine and it always has been.  I'm just so thrilled that I actually can put a face to a name now, even if only through pictures.

Two days left...