I was parked in a handicapped space with my husband’s handicapped tag hanging on my mirror. I was waiting for him to come out of a store, when a woman and her companion started taking pictures of my car and ranting about parking there when I didn’t need to. I tried explaining that my husband was the handicapped person, but they just kept screaming that I should be ashamed of myself. Then, the nightmare put me into a haunted house that was in the shopping center with my puppy barking at nothing, but something, in the foyer. I was trying to get him to stop barking, when I woke up.