I had a dream that my car was stolen from outside my house. It wasn’t this car and it wasn’t this house. It was a silver Bronco, but the old style similar to the one that OJ escaped in. Although it may have been a Suburban, since it seemed bigger. The driveway was covered in snow, so when I looked out the window, instead of seeing the vehicle I saw tire tracks in the snow. This happened on a Sunday, but I got so busy that I didn’t report it until Monday. The police scolded me for waiting because the car was likely long gone by that point.