Mezzanine

I was driving to work and pulled my car up into the parking garage, but it was more like the valet area of the Tropicana Hotel (in Atlantic City where we just stayed for vacation). I pulled up into a restricted area and a parking police person pulled up behind me and I stuck my head out the window to tell them that I'm leaving. They left and I got out of my car and I see a cash register. I get behind it and start ringing people up. I rang up the same girl like three or four times and I got confused about how much change to give her back. Somehow I called a manager and told them I needed to count down my drawer and figure out how much change I owe this girl.

I guess I gave up on waiting for someone to come, so I got back in my car and drove to a neighborhood and parked my car and got out. I walked around and found I was at a school. It looked like my college campus, but it was really a daycare. There were people in blue shirts giving a tour and when I walked into all the different rooms, there were different activities going on for all the kids. I left and went looking for my car and didn't remember where I parked it. I had my key chain and I kept hitting the lock doors button to make the horn honk. I would hear it and run off in that direction. I swear I was all over the neighborhood looking for my car. I finally found it and the last thing I remember is driving around running red lights.