Dreams

With an amazing acuity that rarely happens to me, I managed to remember a dream when I woke up this morning.  Now, like most of us, I normally forget it but on the way into work, it came back to me. Even now as I type this, I remember it quite vividly.  Which is odd, considering that it has been 14 hours since I woke up.

The dream went like this, I am at a garage standing next to a large work table that slightly resembles those used on motorcycle shows like American Chopper or West Coast Choppers but bigger and wider.  Like for a car perhaps.  On this table is an over-sized milk crate that has an engine from a car in it.

The mechanic asks, "What's in the crate?"

"What?! You don't recognize the motor from an '83 Buick Regal?!" I quipped back.

"Where's the rest of it?"

"Oh, it's coming.  Can you do the job like I want?" I asked.

"It'll get done.  Don't worry about that." the mechanic reassured.  And with that, I left.

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I have no clue what that means.

Discuss.