I can still see it in my mind. I was at a huge store on Easter and went to leave, and my key broke off in the ignition. My car was a black muscle car, a combo between a Camaro and a Firebird, with a rear spoiled trunk deck from a ‘66 Mustang. (None of my classics are black).

I saw a goateed guy who offered to give me a ride to my garage, and on the way there I called Ricky, who is my body guy, not my mechanic. Before I could tell him the problem he was bitching about my carb. Now, eerily, I am shopping for a new carb … so it must have been on my mind.

When we turned around, and headed back, I saw a bunch of people surrounding the car, trying to force open the hood … but then I woke up.

Nothing about pre-bent gas lines in the dream, and that’s what I’m actually dealing with right now! But I can see the rear of the black car if I close my eyes … how weird is that?

I do have a book to analyze dreams so this one will surely turn out to be a doozy

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