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.
