wonder where this came from?

Last night's dreams were dominated by having my car worked on. Not all that surprising, given the events of Monday night.
[real life]While I was at dinner after my softball game, someone bashed the driver's side door of my car and drove off without leaving any info. Pretty chickenshit thing to do. I'm still waiting to hear back from the insurance company. For some reason my claim got assigned to their Houston office, even though I'm two and a half hours away.[/real life]
My "dream car" was some giant jaguar/Rolls Royce hybrid. I pulled it into the dealership to get the dent fixed, and they kept coming back to me with problem after problem. Bad wipers. Engine troubles. Unofficial hood ornament.
While I was waiting for the one thing I actually needed fixed, I played a pickup football game in the dealership parking lot. I eventually gave up on the dealer and tried to pull the dent out using some handheld suction device (not a toilet plunger, more of a giant hypodermic needle).
There was also an unconnected quest dream, but I can't remember enough details to be interesting.