Best before 09-05-08.

Dream 40

Was driving downtown to go somewhere with a friend. Parked my car on a little side street with lots of other cars parked. We got out and went to a party somewhere. I went later to pick up the car and swing by the party house to get a few friends, but I kept walking and walking and couldn't find my car. It was in a pretty bad neighbourhood too where there was a dingy old basketball court and lots of thugs hanging around.

I chatted with one of the thugs and then freaked out that I was actually talking to a thug and walked off quickly. I used my cell phone to call my friend that I was lost and couldn't find my car. He told me he'd come walk out with me to find it.
We found another exact replica of my car, with a different license plate. My friend was convinced this was my car that someone had stolen and switched license plates. We hung around for a bit on the street to see who would take the car. A weird old guy came out, and put some yucky sketchy stickers and a taxi cab light on top of my two door car... I asked him about the sketchy company discreetly and that we needed a ride home since we lost our car.

He must have caught on that I knew this was my car right then, because he said something like, "oh, you may have wanted to check that you actually locked it then." We paid him to take us to a nearby equally sketchy motel since we couldn't get home and wanted to follow up on him. I wanted to call the police to look up this guy and his license plate, but found out that he'd taken my cell phone while we were in the car with him.

I managed to escape the motel, which was overrun with tens of sketchy taxi/motel guys all from the same ring of jerkoff thugs... I ran down the street looking for a phone and ended up in a store where a cop just happened to be shopping. I told him what happened and he followed me back to the motel where my friend was distressed about being alone with these weird guys.

Then the cop pulled out his gun and walkie talkie on these guys... but they were fake.. and he was just another undercover taxi/hotel guy. I cried and didn't know how to escape since they wouldn't let us leave after that.

After awhile of plotting unsuccessful escapes, my friend managed to contact a group of performers, who came into the motel and put on a performance. I managed under the guise of flirting with one of the stagehands tell him what happened, and he took out this can that he sprayed everywhere. Suddenly there were huge lizards overrunning the place and they were only attacking the motel/taxi guys... We escaped and I used a portable land line phone I'd stolen to make up a number to the real cops and they came to bail us out.

They asked where this guy found this extremely rare can of lizards. Apparently they were actually owned by his rich auntie, but she didn't know how to take care of the can properly so it was in his hands to take care of the lizards.
I ended up getting my car and it was exceptionally satisfying to peel off the ugly taxi stickers and find my license plate underneath.