From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/01/17 Friday   
      
   Car problems at 3050 Asbury:   
      
   I (the dreamer) find myself attempting to get a car started, although this is   
   a heavier, older, 1970's style vehicle, not unlike a Pontiac Le Mans or   
   possibly an Olds Cutlass, maybe even a GTO or Chevy SS, although I never owned   
   one of those last two,    
   yet someone at my high school drove an SS back in the day, and it was nearly   
   "famous" as it stood out at the band parking area (in front of the gym at   
   OHS.)  So "I" am having to deal with this car, under the hood, in a dark   
   setting, with the car    
   seemingly "inside" the barn that used to be there in real life.  Note,   
   however, the barn IRL was only wide enough to barely house a Datsun 280 ZX   
   turbo, a narrower vehicle.  The muscle car I was working on in the dream   
   actually seemed to be "outside" the    
   barn, *facing* the fenceline that paralleled the interstate, rather than   
   facing parallel *with* the fenceline.   
      
   At any rate, there was some sense of flooding the area beneath the engine with   
   gasoline ("fuel," actually) along with an action similar to an expulsion of   
   water beneath the vehicle in order to disperse the fuel.  Now, if one were to   
   light a match in this    
   condition, the whole thing would've blown up as fuel floats on water, but IF   
   left alone, I suspect this would actually have dispersed the fuel such that it   
   was less harmful to the yard / environment.  Either way, the next function was   
   trying to get the    
   car started with a weak / undercharged battery.  There were LOTS of   
   mini-sections to this dream.  In one section, the engine is running nicely,   
   and I'm reminding myself that keeping an engine running for a short trip of a   
   few miles is typically more than    
   sufficient to recharge the battery.  In another scene, I'm trying to crank the   
   engine but it doesn't have enough to turn over, and I'm aware that the yellow   
   running lights were left on, so I turn them off.  (When trying to start a car   
   with a weak battery,   
    one should always make sure ALL lights and accessories are turned OFF,   
   including AC, blower fan, wipers, radio, etc.)  The car still won't start, and   
   the fact it had been purring a moment before seems more like a "what am I   
   forgetting here?" moment, as    
   the issue has become that the battery is too weak to start the car.  I went   
   from a grr-grr-grr situation to a "no response" (totally dead) situation.   
      
   About that time, a van-like vehicle appears ahead of / near the right of the   
   car.  IRL, this would put the van in the brush between the back fence and the   
   interstate, but in the dream, there was no brush, and the van was headed   
   southeast (on I-24) with    
   its rear open toward my car, just a few yards NNE of the van, but with the car   
   *also* pointing SE in the direction the van was heading.  Note also, IRL, this   
   van would be pointing in the OPPOSITE direction that traffic actually flows in   
   the nearest lane,    
   headed NW toward Nashville.   
      
   There are these 3 somewhat young females (early 20s?) all in orange   
   garage-type jumpsuits / work overalls.  I had zero sense of them being a   
   prison gang or anything like that.  I actually had a sense of "gymnast team"   
   or "mechanics" from them.  A man    
   stood out from inside the rear of the van, and they just seemed to melt on   
   past him inside the van's cargo area.  I asked him if he had a spare battery   
   or jumper cables, which he claimed not to have, then I remembered I *had* a   
   decent, long set of yellow    
   jumper cables in the rear of the car.  "I've *got* jumper cables, so if you   
   can just spare a battery or give me a jump, that would work."  I sensed he was   
   pondering that scenario for just a brief second when the dream ended.  This   
   was all clarity 7 or    
   possibly even an 8, despite the dusk-like setting.   
      
   However, there are murkier memories that I can't quite fish back out at this   
   time, dealing with food portions / packages, and I'm *fairly* sure there was   
   something having to do with animals, possibly dogs, but they're all just vague   
   wisps of forgotten    
   memories at this point.  If anything jumps back to mind later, I'll try to   
   post on it.   
      
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