My dream begins with me in a commercial building setting. It's the office portion of a research and development company. I don't work here, but I know the people and their products. I like them and they like me. The lady I'm talking with is disappointed in the results of a test on their latest invention. When they hooked it up to a more conventional device (a projector?) it didn't work.
I suggested that the problem might be with the projector (if that's what it was...) rather than their invention and that they should try a different device for the test. She hadn't thought about that and was enthusiastic to give it a try.
So I left the building feeling pretty good about myself.
I start walking towards my car. It's getting late in the day and it had been raining. The parking lot -- which is half empty -- is wet and the sky is still cloudy. I'm carrying a rather large box that I plan to put in my car and then go do something else before leaving. My car is more than halfway across this large parking lot, but I can see it as I walk towards it.
I place the box on the back seat of my car and close the door. I notice that there are two young men -- late teens or early 20's -- walking around my car. Literally circling around it and looking in towards me and the car. They are wearing bandanas across the bottom half of their faces. I consider this to be weird, but young men do weird things, so it doesn't bother me.
But just in case, I turn towards them and ask them a question ("What are you doing?" "Will you please go elsewhere?") and they scamper off to the woods nearby.
Now that they've gone, I can walk back to some building (I think it's another one -- not the one I just left). As I walk a couple hundred feet away, I turn to see the two young men have returned to my car and are no longer wearing bandana masks. One of them opens the back lid of my SUV and start to examine the contents. I call out to them and tell them to go away. They scamper away again. I start walking towards my next destination, but am now concerned about what the young men have in mind.
I walk a little farther and turn once more to look at the car. They have the doors open and are removing the packages that I've stored in the back seat and elsewhere in the car. I call out to them, but this time they look up at me, then go back to looting my car.
I reach into my pockets to grab the remote control. I can't lock the doors, since they're already open, but I can at least set off the alarm. And I find that I don't have my keys. They must still be in the car!! Now I'm concerned that I may lose all those packages as they steal my car as well.
I start running back towards the car, but I'm not very good at running anymore. I find that I have a bottle in my hand and consider throwing it at the burglars. I realize it won't do any good and that my chances of actually hitting one of them and not my car are very small. But in frustration, I hurl the bottle anyway.
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