Parking Judge

Dreams 03.03.2013
I was in a place like India, on the street which was busy with lots of cars, some parked but some whizzing by. I don’t remember the details but basically I was standing in a parking spot amongst two others. A bunch of taxis were rushing to park in the spots and I was directing them with hand signals and then judging their park job. It was sunny out, very bright and I squinted and shielded my eyes often.

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