I dreamed my friend bought me tickets to a Mozart concert in some park somewhere. It was a place that was a cross between LA and the Bay Area. I was dreading it cuz it seemed like a hassle to get there and was wondering if I could just get real sick instead of go. But, then I realized it was the next day and I'd aleady gone, so I felt relief.
I had gone to Safeway and bough 2 hydrangea plants in plastic pots. They were wilting and dried looking, and I hoped that when I got them home, I could give them some water and they'd perk up again. I was "home," which was a weird apartment that was sort of like the den in my grandparents' house. The same friend who'd bought me the Mozart tickets was over, and I kept on remembering that I'd left all my groceries in the trunk of my car, including the poor hydrangea plants! But, then I'd forget about the groceries and then remember again, and keep forgetting and remembering on and on for hours, each time wondering how many perishables were in the trunk of my car, which was in a suburban parking garage that was hard to get to and you had to let yourself in with keys.
Later, there were these kids, playing with an umbrella that didn't have its fabric, so it was just the skeleton of an umbrella. There was a group of people, including the ex-boyfriend of the same friend in the previous parts of the dream. He realized the umbrella was actually part of his convertible-car, part of the part that covers the inside of the car when you don't want it open. The Top. He regretted that he had not taken better care of his car and the parts thereof, having left the top out in the rain and dust, where it would fall apart like that.
