I dreamt I was in my mother's kitchen and my sister was dying and went beserk. The kitchen table was not in the kitchen and she came at me with a knife and stabbed me a couple of times but as she was sick and a bit weak, I was able to grab the knife from her and stab her a couple or more times. I stabbed her a lot really but she would not die.

She was lying on the floor, straight on her back where the table should have been. She was still alive and still dangerous. We called the police but they weren't coming.

Then it's my birthday and there is a lunch or dinner for me at this nice restaurant. It's a nice town, kind of by the water and I am driving my sister's car except it is an SUV. I pull up early and don't want to park it on the first side street because it is too dark, kinda of dusk/dawn like, and the car is new-ish and I don’t want it to be stolen. So I drive around to the other street which is well lit and people are there because there is a bus stop.

And then I see the parking lot which I move to. The car is a motor cycle now and it’s light out like lunch time. I park the bike right in front and then I remember about my friend’s brother who had his motorcycle stolen twice and put the key back in to put the lock on the ignition. Then a couple of guys pull in next to me and say “nice bike” and I tell them about locking the bike and my friends’s brother. I also tell them it is my sister’s and I just got it.

Then someone pulls in on the other side and I am feeling boxed in. These other guys have a van and have parked too close so their door will scrap my bike. The bike is now back to the green sedan it used to be like my sister’s old car. Then the car is gone and I realize it has been stolen.

Then my mom comes out because she is in the restaurant with everyone and I am missing my birthday lunch. I tell her the car has been stolen and she is useless and blank which is the way she gets when she knows it’s important but can’t or won’t lift a finger to help. She walks around the parking lot with me but since she can’t see, she really isn’t helpful. I know it’s gone and we’re not going to get it back.

I call the police inside the restaurant by the hostess before I go into the back room that has been reserved for my party. I speak to this woman who is useless. She won’t even really take a report and doesn’t ask for the license plate so I know she’s not really going to help or do her job. I ask for her supervisor and she has a thick, illiterate NY accent and it sounds like she says, Pollis Drubbin – “police drubbing” really so I ask her to spell it. She spells H-o-l-l-i-s D-r-u-b-6-6-6. When she spells the numbers I get so mad because she’s making it clear she’s malevolent and is never going to help me or do her job.

I go inside and everyone is now passing around dessert. Miranda from Sex and the City showed up and pulled up a chair. There isn’t any place for me to sit at the table, here at my own birthday party, and I have to sit back from the table. I ask Mom if she ordered/saved me a plate of food for me because the kitchen is now closed. She says no in that innocent way that It never occurred to her. I am so mad and so sad: it’s my birthday, the car is stolen, I’ve missed my party and while there are people in the room who certainly would have ordered and saved me a plate of lunch, they didn’t because they assumed my mother would do it. So even though it’s my party, it’s not like my party at all.