DREAM: I'm in a church basement, helping stack tables and generally clean up after a buffet luncheon that morning. I go outside to find my car parked in front of the church, in the lane leading from the actual parking lot to the street. My emergency lights are on, so perhaps I didn't think I was going to be inside for as long as I apparently was. Anyway, there's a piece of paper stuck under my windshield wiper, and it's a parking ticket --- apparently my sitting in the lane for hours caught the attention of a local cop. The cost of the ticket? $4800. Eep.
ANALYSIS: The clearest connection is to the recent ticket I got in real life, as part of my never-ending attempt to figure out Toronto's baffling parking laws. Okay, so you know how when you park on a main street past 9 PM (in some areas midnight), it's free parking? This was my understanding for the previous three years, so last month I pulled into a spot at 10 PM literally right in front of a pay parking machine on a clearly-marked 'green P' area of Queen Street. I went on my way to see a friend's DJing set and left with friends when the club closed at 2:30. As we all got back to my car, I found a ticket had been issued to me 20 minutes earlier for 'parking in a permit-only area.' WTF? Where were the signs to this effect? I guessed it might've been because I was parked after 2 AM, but hell, I've been parked later than two in the morning a bunch of times and never been ticketed before. Something smelled.
Now, my ticket was only for thirty bucks, so it was a far cry from $4800. I'm not sure where that inflated number came from in my dream. Let's see, I was in a church...could it have been a Biblical reference? What is Mark 4:8?
"Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up, grew and produced a crop, multiplying thirty, sixty, or even a hundred times."
Oh, okay, that clears it up. Thanks God! That's not at all vague! Though, 4800 divided by 30 is 160, so that's a combination of 'sixty, or even a hundred times.' And really, what is a buffet but an ever-multiplying array of food? And clearly, since I only planned to park in front of that dream church for a few minutes since I had my cautions on, the amount of work I was called upon to do inside obviously multiplied while I was in there. Maybe others were meant to help clean up except they couldn't get their cars in because some jackass was blocking the laneway in to the parking lot. So in this dream, God was acting through the traffic cop to punish me for my sin of underestimating work, a.k.a. sloth. The dream is an overall parable from the Lord instructing me to not be so lazy. I dunno....I'm pretty lazy. But I did just put a lot of thought into a banal dream about a parking ticket, so there's my one non-lazy activity of the day. Now, back to watching football!
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