Cast of characters:
- Jessica F. – Longtime friend and former roommate in Madison, WI.
- Random men in suits.
- Me
Historical context:
- I visited Rwanda in October 2012.
- I would never park somewhere where I might get a ticket.
- I have no particular affinity towards Lamborghinis.
Last night’s dream:
It was a bright and sunny day in Rwanda. I was not in any particular city; just in a big bustling city in Rwanda. I was standing on a frontage road/street that ran alongside a main road. There were men everywhere dressed in conservative, drab suits, walking here and there at a quick pace. The curbs were crumbling. The stores were accurate… open-front stores with the goods set out on display on the sidewalks. There was a big box of black shoes in front of one store. All of a sudden I was in a car, driving up and down the frontage road, looking for a place to park. I couldn’t find a legal place to park anywhere. When I’d get to a T in the road, I’d turn around in a parking lot and go back to the other end of the street. Back and forth, back and forth. I finally called Jessica F. on my cell phone while I was driving. I told her that I couldn’t find a place to park. She told me to come back to the East end of the street, and when I got there, I could see that she had a place to park in a parking lot. She was with four guys in suits in a maroon Lamborghini. The Lamborghini was actually an old, 1980s, dull-looking, 4-door sedan, but in my dream, it was a Lamborghini. I couldn’t believe that Jessica was in a Lamborghini! Though the parking lot was empty except for the Lamborghini, I couldn’t park there for some reason.
