Last nights dream had me stop by a nearly empty grocery store where, to gain entry, you had to wear a bag on your head. They were all out of bags so I had to wear a box but it was torn open a bit. I looked like the homeless phantom of the opera.
On the way home my car's "need catalytic oil converter (I know that's made up)" light came on making the power steering on my car fail. Weeeee! Suddenly I was walking and blocks from the store. When I was half way there I realized that I never wrote down what was wrong with the car. I woke up irritable and frustrated.