[sspadowsky]

I dreamed that I went to Los Angeles for some reason; why, I do not know, as I would never go there unless it was unavoidable. I parked my old car that I haven't owned for a few years at Jay Leno's restaurant (don't remember what it was called, but in the dream, Jay Leno owned the goddamn place), where I was going to meet an ex-girlfriend from several years ago. I came back to find my car gone. I didn't know if it was stolen or towed, and for the rest of the dream Jay Leno was trying to help me figure out what happened to it. I vaguely remember nearly shooting a fat greasy-looking guy because he looked like a tow truck driver.

My dreams are stupid.