Get Out Of My Dreams Get In to My Car

I had this really weird dream the other night. I don’t know what it means, but here is my recount. I dreamed I lived in a rather large subdivision. It was so large that it had a “national recognition“. There were a lot of houses in it. Some were ok looking, and some looked very nice. There were so many houses that not every one knew everybody. Some people were known more than others. The people with the nice houses and the fancy cars seemed to be more widely known.
There was one particular house that was well known. It had a really fancy car. Recently the house had changed ownership, but the car remained with the house. This car was one of those extremely high priced vehicles. No one ever saw it out on the road, but it was parked out front of the house every two weeks, usually on the same day.
A traditional event that the local schools have is fundraisers. The kids have to go around and sell magazine subscriptions. I was with a group of kids and parents not long ago and had the pleasure of going around the neighborhood.
We happened to walk by the big house. The car wasn’t out front, but the kids knew it was there somewhere. There was a brand new elaborate water fountain that had been recently installed. The water splashing down was quite pretty. A woman answered the door bell ring. One of the kids repeated his rehearsed script to ask her if she would buy a magazine. She said something about not being able to because it would set a precedent, and there were too many kids in the neighborhood. The kid with the special way of thinking couldn’t help himself. He blurted out “Where’s the car? We want to see it!”
She told him it was parked in the garage. She obligingly led us to the car and there it was. It certainly was a beautiful model. We noticed there were a lot of pictures and certificates on the wall. This car obviously had some National Recognition too.
One of the dads then asked ‘It sure is a good looking car. How come you never drive it”? The lady explained that it cost a lot of money to maintain the car. Parts were expensive. Labor was expensive. She only ran the engine a couple of hours every two weeks and parked it out for every one to get a glimpse of it. She told us she kept it because it had always been with the house and her friends liked to look at all of the accolades the car has received.
The kids seemed to have overlooked the fact that she did not purchase any subscriptions. As we were leaving, we once again passed the beautiful water fountain. The kid with the special way of thinking blurted out again: “Hey how much did that thing cost”?
The lady said “It cost a little over $16,000.” As we were walking to the next house, the same kid that has a special way of thinking said “Why would she spend money on a water fountain when she can’t afford to drive her car?”
His dad and I both shrugged our shoulders. How do you answer a question like that?
And then the kid just had to ask: “Dad, what does “national recognition” mean if you can’t drive the car?”

I never heard the answer because I woke up and my dream was over.