I dreamt that I was going to help a female stranger (roughly my age) to retrieve her towed car. I took her to a place that appeared to be a particularly rough part of the neighborhood in the Soundview section of the Bronx (where I spent the first 12 years of my life). The folks who worked at the garage/autoparts were a rag-tag band of youthful, dirty grease monkeys…but they were weirdly cool and witty. They reminded me of the hackers Jolie ran with in the 90’s flick of the same name.
I remember them telling me to recall the ” last time I visited” them to which I was able to somehow remember the advice they once gave me. I can’t recall what exactly that was but it definitely confirmed that I somehow had dreamt myself in this situation before.
When I woke up I thought about what had just “happened” during my dream.
To be reasonable, I could say that this dream was a product of information I have absorbed in the days prior. I know of two people who are dealing with issues pertaining to their automobile. I even know a friend of the same age who had her car towed recently in the south Bronx. I just find it interesting how our minds take information and stew it into a pot of imagination to produce such convincing images. I really feel as though I knew those grease monkeys.
Our minds are so special and wonderful. Don’t you think?
