I was in a parking lot (at a mall?). It is daytime, possibly in the afternoon. Summer, I think. I pulled out but stopped in the lane.
There were several cars stopped. There were also several young men leaning against a car that seemed to be blocking the way out. I got out of the car (red Sundance).
I am walking back to the parking lot to get the car and it is night.
I am walking behind a lane of houses. There’s lots and lots of snow and I’m trying to find my way to the street. I go through a backyard but am stopped because the snow is too high.
Walking on the sidewalk, still lots of snow. I pass in front of a church. It looks pretty from the outside and I wonder about it.
There is much more in the dream about walking and struggling in the snow, but I don’t remember.
I enter a house, coming in from the backyard. As I enter, I bolt the door, then turn left and go up some steps and through another door, to the inside of the house. The door is painted white with several layers of paint on the push button that latches the door. As I press it to lock the door, I think how old this lock is and how secure it makes me feel. It seems to me this house is very secure and no one can get in uninvited. Going in, I find the bedroom. The bed is unmade, with lots of stuff on it. Next to it and half-hidden under the bed is an open trundle. The mattress is small enough that I can see the springs, and
this bed is also unmade. (For a child to sleep in?) I think I should tidy up as I wonder what Oma would say if she saw this mess.
A man is in the house. I explain to him about losing my car, that I think it has been stolen. He asks if I left the keys inside it. I say yes but, looking through my pockets, I find the keys to the Altima (champagne colour). I think maybe the car is still in the parking lot after all.