Moving from school

My parents are coming to help me move after finishing college. It's pre-dawn and I've been drinking, but don't feel drunk. I need to load up my car before my parents arrive but I've no idea where I've left my car As I'm searching, I realize it could be anywhere within an area of many square miles so I start running, thinking this way, I'll get some exercise too.

The sun comes up and I'm still running, looking for my car. I've become lost myself. I'm surprised I'm not at all fatigued from running, lack of sleep and drinking.

People are starting to be out and around. As I'm running up stone steps towards a large marble building, I'm stopped by a young man who asks me if I'm going to take care of his friend's truck. Suddenly, I remember that months ago I'd borrowed someone's red pick-up and lost it while using it. I'm aghast that I've completely forgotten about losing someone's truck and feel a great deal of anxiety - I was never able to remember where I had parked it so couldn't even say whether I thought it was stolen or not. The young man can't answer any questions I ask about the situation. I get the truck owner's telephone number and leave a message. I continue running. The truck owner calls me back right away and tells me he reported the truck stolen and the police couldn't find it, but he's purchased a new truck and is not concerned. He tells me he's paying for the truck with money he earns by working overtime. I'm more upset about the situation than he is. I continue running.

I'm still lost and think it must be well past noon. I worry that my parents have been waiting for me for hours.

I come upon a large parking lot with large household appliances and stand-alone wardrobes parked in the spaces instead of cars. I recognize a group of objects as the thing I've been looking for, but it's not a car, rather two wardrobe closets and a large machine of some sort. The contents of the closet are in disarray and contain a lot of junk I'm not interested in keeping. I decide to move what I want from the closets to the side of the parking lot, hoping to avoid allowing my parents to see the mess. As I'm carrying come clothes to the side of the lot, I come upon my parents. I'm surprised to find it's only 10 am and they haven't been waiting at all.

My parents start helping me sort through all my junk. There are a lot of cigarette butts and partially empty cigarette packs. Eeven though I've stopped smoking, I want to keep the cigarettes and try to gather the unsmoked cigarettes while trying to make it look to my parents as though I'm just cleaning up the butts. My mom shows me some clothes I've forgotten I owned.

As we're carrying things from the closet, I realize my mom has started to disassemble the mysterious machine and is carrying what seem to be a pair of telescoping arms. The arms are dangerous and I tell her to stop and not move because they may hurt her. I run back to the machine to try to find some instructions or documentation. As I'm trying to read a piece of paper glued to the side I notice the entire parking lot is clear of all appliances and wardrobes other than mine. There is a menacing redneck driving a red truck. He gets out of the truck and starts walking toward me. I arm myself with telescoping arms I've removed from the machine.