Stuck in traffic behind the Queen of the Strip, Rienna doesn't recognize me and I can't change a flat

I was stuck in traffic at the intersection right next to Ellis Lake in Marysville. The cause of the obstruction was none other than Marg Helgenberger, onetime star of CSI and the Queen of the Strip, as she had come to be known in my dream. 

Her title was bestowed on her due to the fact that whenever she wanted, she would simply park her car in traffic and her entourage would declare the entire street a party zone. Pretty much everyone else on the road at the time became her subjects and were forced to pay her tribute by pretending to have a good time. If and when she deigned to start up her car again and move, the rest of the world could finish their commute and resume their lives. 

On this occasion, though, she had a flat tire and I was somehow saddled with the job of fixing it. People were breaking out their lawn chairs and ice chests in anticipation of the long wait. Meanwhile, Marg was getting impatient. Not that she didn't enjoy the attention or give a damn about the people whose lives she was impacting, but a flat tire...how droll! I was under the gun and things weren't looking good as far as getting her rolling again. 

No, matter, however, as the scene shifted and her car was suddenly in a shop situation and up on a drive-on automotive lift. This might sound like a better situation, but for me it wasn't. I was still charged with changing the tire and now her boyfriend, played by Bobby Cannavale, from the series Vinyl and elsewhere, was cracking the whip for me to get the job finished. They had purchased four tires, although I hadn't shown the least bit of proficiency in changing even one. 

The problem was that the rack, being a drive-on rack, didn't provide any space for me to put the jack to get the tire off. I finagled it in between the rack and the car somehow and managed to get the wheel aloft only to find that the suspension was in the way. I had to remove several nuts and bolts to allow the wheel to be removed. In addition to losing track of what went where, the whole car was in a precarious position since the rack was on an incline. 

I had RJ Leon (or a reasonable facsimile) put boards under the bumper, which wound up getting stuck, requiring extrication of their own. The car would also need an alignment after all was said and done, not just because that is a good idea when putting on new tires, but because I had bent the power steering rack and my re-installation of the components I had removed was questionable at best. 

I guess I'd finished with one tire, because eventually they decided I was done, or the scene shifted again, I'm not sure which. I definitely told them that the other 3 tires were gonna need a rain check.

Meanwhile at the chiropractor's office, I ran into Rienna. She looked about 40 years younger and had a young daughter of about 3 or 4 in tow. I almost didn't recognize her, but when I did, I kind of kept it to myself. I was looking about 40 years older than my current age, which already has me prematurely white-bearded and balding. I was embarrassed by my appearance. Still a spark of recognition would be nice. She got up and started to try to enlist recruits for some political mission that she was on. 

I followed her around for a little bit, still hoping we'd meet and share a moment, but the most attention I got was from a stray dog who took a liking to me. It was a border collie with a voracious appetite, which it demonstrated by devouring a bowl of dog food that was set out for someone's teacup little pug type of dog. It nearly devoured the other little dog as it inhaled the food with a snarl. Other than that, it was an affectionate beast and we bonded quite nicely. 

I guess the dog made up for Rienna's lack of recognition of me, and somehow the dream lost steam after that. I woke up several times and tried to re-insert myself anywhere, just to get more out my night's entertainment, but alas, it was not to be.