I'm at a sort of a mall, I suppose, or some centralized buildings with parking all around the outside. I'm with a couple unidentified people, and trying to go to my car to leave. Somebody associated with the place takes me to a blue car like my old blue Festiva, and I start to get in, but then I realize it isn't my car; it has a scrape on the bumper that mine didn't have, and other small differences. He took me to the wrong car.

So I tell him, and he takes me to a different place in the parking lot where there is another blue Festiva, but this one isn't mine either.

We give up looking and I go back into the place, and climb some stairs in what appears like an old church or temple. While there I suddenly remember exactly where I parked my old Festiva, and tell my companions I know where it is, so we can leave now.