I was in a parking lot on a street corner surrounded by junipers, inside a copper coloured Vanagon. Mel and I were going thru boxes of clothes and we were intending on selling. The clothes were very colourful and I was wondering whether I truly wanted to get rid of them. I remember seeing shirts in yellow, bright green, and orange. I recognized some of the clothes and was thinking that I liked them, yet still felt compelled to divest of them. Mel was in a similar situation with his clothing, and there was a lot of it. We finished going thru the boxes and closed up the Vanagon and walked across the street where we met my Mom and Brad in a type of bed and breakfast. We were chatting and packing I believe. I was thinking that I may have left something in the Vanagon and walked outside to the corner and noticed that the Vanagon was not where I parked it. At first I thought that maybe I’d forgotten moving it but then I realized that someone had stolen it. I was shocked. I ran back in to tell Brad.