I woke up around six o'clock this morning. Not from the tailgaters in line for the lot, but from a nightmare. I dreamt I was parking cars, but not at my house. I was parking them at my parents' house, and evidently, Dad had died and I had inherited the house, which was in the same place as my house, because the Olive Ct. lot was "down that way". At any rate, I woke up (in my dream) on game day, with tailgaters already parked in the circular drive and in the yard. I started going 'round to collect money. People kept bitching at me for having to pay $20, and I was like, then you shouldn't have parked in my yard, and then someone tried to pay me in foreign currency, and I was trying to figure out if it would cover the fee, since they didn't have any other money. That's when I woke up for real.

Trust an accountant to have a nightmare about translating foreign currency.