I'm with my dogs, as if returning from a walk, to a parking lot where my car was. It seems that it is all covered in graffiti, and I'm sort of mad that somebody has done that, but then I realize that it isn't my car. In fact, my car isn't even here in this parking lot any more, but the dogs keep trying to get in different cars.

Somebody is helping me, and they say my car has been stolen. But I say no, I mean maybe it has been stolen, but maybe I just misplaced it, left it parked somewhere. We need to look for it down at the beach.