I had a weird one the other night. I was on my way to get a haircut and was leaving a convenience store, when I was stopped in the parking lot by several large forklifts carrying first gen Ford Falcons cutting through the parking lot to get to the salvage yard next door/behind the convenience store. None of the cars seemed to be smashed up, but they were worn out. I noticed a couple of them were Frontenacs, which I thought was weird being dropped off at a salvage yard in the US. Then after the Falcons came some 1968-1970 Plymouth Belvedere/Satellites, and after that some old Beetles. I looked over to the yard and noticed some VW Buses that had just been unloaded as well. I also saw a mint condition red Karmann Ghia coupe, sitting on top of a huge rack, another forklift was bringing it down off the top of the rack, I think for a customer.

So I managed to get my car out of the parking lot and drove to the intersection, where I saw that the police had the road closed and there were several car carriers with the junked cars down the street. Apparently, this was how they unloaded the cars for the salvage yard. The trucks parked down the street and the cars were fork lifted to the back entrance to the yard, which was in the parking lot of a Wawa.

I couldn't make a left turn and had to go forward through the intersection towards a highway entrance, and then I was awaken by the noisy dog next door.

I was really upsetting me to see all these old cars being dropped off at the salvage yard, where they were most likely going to be crushed.

That must be a very good dream, night cub

Had a dream the other day where I was strolling around the 'burbs of Chiba and came across a run down Honda dealer (looked similar to the one our family bought the Civic way back when, but not a match) which had one white convertible, which sort of looked like an old Giulietta, parked in the showroom. A bit later, I came across the backlot of that dealer with an identical convertible parked among all the traded in porridges, but this one in red. Maybe someone traded the two Alfas for a Type R?

... and as something that sounds like it should be part of a dream but isn't; that same Honda dealer where we bought the Civic later became a Japanese cuisine catering joint circa 2010... Don't ask me how)