I had a bad dream the other night. My wife Tanya and I were returning our granddaughter Tegan to her mother's house, but the house was the one I grew up in in New York. But before the doorbell could be answered, a black SUV (how about about a nice jade green?) pulled into the driveway, lured Tegan to the door, and someone inside snatched her and drove away calmly. We were yelling “no, no” to Tegan, but in reql life you know that never works.
What could it mean? I woke up feeling uncomfortable and eyed SUVs suspiciously on the way in to work.