I had a dream in which I was living in a car in a parking lot of an apartment complex like Willowyck – which is the name of the apartment complex that Michelle and I shared in Lansdale, Pennsylvania (north Philadelphia suburbs) in 96~98.
I was living in a car – it was not a Volkswagen, which is the type of car I actually lived in for a time in 1985. The car I was living in, in the parking lot of that apartment complex, was a Kia. That's logical, maybe. It was a run down, beat up Kia. It was gray colored, with patches of rust and rumpled areas of primer-paint.
In the dream, my father had a gloomy little apartment at the apartment complex. But he was making me live in my car, because he had no space in his apartment. I realized I was late for a flight to Korea, but I couldnt get any help from my father. He was obsessively sorting some papers out, silently, while sitting at a table in his dark apartment.
Then, the dream shifted. I found out that my brother had taken over living in my car. My brother wouldn't help me either. I went back to the car again after a time, when he wasn't around. I was looking for my airplane ticket printout for my flight to Korea. Instead, I found a stuffed, toy monkey in the car, and so I stole the toy monkey from my brother. He was angry.
Time passed. I was walking through the streets of West LA, maybe somewhere near Macarthur Park, carrying my stuffed monkey. I felt like a homeless man. It was like a desert, littered with mini malls, apartment buildings, Korean dry cleaning establishments, Mexican taco trucks, Guatemalan dollar stores. Gray palm trees waved in a bitter tasting wind. It was beautiful. But very desolate. I felt lost and alone.
What issues is this dream working through?