I had a dream maybe 2 nights ago that I was in the parking lot at the DMV. Except in the dream that parking lot was a lot huger than in real life. My neighbor Libby from across the street was there with me, and she was helping me register my car by filling out a bunch of forms. In the end I got a new license plate, but the papers that came with it said that the car was registered to "Mr. Poopyhead" who lived at "123 Stupid Street". Good enough, I thought.