This morning I woke from a nightmare in which I was unable to find my Yukon after shopping at Fry’s Electronics.  At first I thought I just misremembered where I’d parked, but after a friend and I searched the entire parking lot and the surrounding area, I concluded that it was stolen.  Somehow I managed to find out that it had been driven to Mexico and dismantled by a chop shop.  The dream was probably inspired by this comment left by someone trying to recover a stolen H2 that was in fact driven into Mexico.

In the dream I tracked down the people that did it, and got revenge.  If it really happened, I’d have to settle for the insurance claim.