This was a real dream

Dream
I was in Japan, or Central Park. I was with a young man and his friend, we were showing the friend around. the young Japanese man who was my friend was the one who lived across the street from the park. there was an Ice cream building that blocked the view of the park from his apartment building window, but from the park you could see his apartment. I thought it was a cool place to live. We went to his father's house. When we got to the house, his dad was outside talking on his cell phone. He was looking down at the ground and talking. as we approached three blue alien looking ladies walked out of the house and started to walk around them. He didn't seem to notice them. They all looked the same, except one was a little thinner then the other two. The were about 5'6" tall. They did not have hair, but tentacles that laid down on their heads like hair. They seemed middle age. We went into the house to talked to the father. He was well aware of them, his son said something like they are your desires manifested. the father said no I manifested my desires. The son laughed and said well then that makes you the devil.

Trent, the car and my ability to hold my breath for 45 minutes.

Every time Trent (my son) borrows the car it feels like I put my life on hold until I get a phone call saying he has arrived safely at his destination. Then when the phone rings, I hesitate to answer because I'm scared that it will be someone calling to tell me there is an accident. When does this stop? He is 21, and the facts are he has had his license sine he was 16, but as he does not own a car and lives in the city most of his transportation needs are met by rapid transit. When does this end?