misplaced my car

When i check the parking lot i can see my car behind a small red sports car and i’m extremely pissed because all the cars are parked end to end and side by side so it would be impossible to get a of the ‘earlier’ parked cars out unless the cars at the front of the lines get out of the way. I push on the front end of the red car trying to make its alarm go off, thinking that it will make the owner come out. Nothing happens though, and by then i realize that it’s NOT my car behind the red one and my car isn’t in the lot at all. I feel kind of panicky that i can’t remember where i left my car. I leave the lot and go back in to the apartment (it’s not any place i recognize from waking life) and there’s a woman with a pretty little girl with brown corkscrew curls standing next to her. There’s another little girl in a stroller that looks exactly like the other little girl and i realize it’s a life size, look alike doll. I walk up to the doll and feel the hair and note how soft and real it feels then turn to the little girl and touch her hair and ask her about her doll. The mom smiles and takes the girl and the doll out the door and i follow thinking maybe they’ll remind me where i left my car. Back on the street (it’s a rough looking neighborhood) i check the cars parked along the street and my cars not there. I go to another place where i think it might be, and it’s not there either. I’m starting to think my car’s been stolen and i’m not sure what to do. If i go report it to the police they’ll want to know where i’d been and what i’d been doing so i decided to retrace my steps. I’d been in the doctor’s office where i used to work; met up with my former boss from my current job and we’d gone to a restaurant. I think she drove even though it wasn’t far from the office so i thought maybe my car was still at the office. But then i reasoned that i couldn’t have gotten home if that was the case and tried to remember what happened after the restaurant. I began to think that maybe i’d parked my car somewhere near the apartment but had left the keys in the car but when i checked my bag, my keys were there. Then i decided to walk around the parking lots and cars on the street clicking the panic button on the key fob to try and make my car alarm come on. It was no use, because my car has definitely been stolen. AGAIN. (My car’s been stolen in two other dreams i remember having and it pisses me off every time).