From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Mornings seem a tad busier lately than before.  Trying to "sleep in" is   
   something of a "not these days" type of issue (because tending to Mom is more   
   of a job/duty as she's become less mobile and in greater need of assistance.    
   If she gets down to "   
   palliative care" level, then it'll be time for a nursing home, but as long as   
   she can "maintain hygiene," all is well.)    
      
   At any rate, 2 days ago (on the 5th) I was attempting to write up an entry,   
   and well, stuff simply "happens" and as a consequence, "other stuff" gets "put   
   aside."   
      
   In journaling dreams, that can be something of a "losing proposition" as a   
   *lot* of content simply "evaporates" after a day or two and is simply no   
   longer available for reasonable recall.   
      
   But *last night* I (deliberately) sacked out on the couch in the living room,   
   knowing I'll get at least a good, *decent* half-night's sleep, and sure   
   enough, I awoke around 4 AM to both myself and the dog (needing a "nature   
   break") but here's the thing:     
   I had a *wonderfully* vivid dream just before waking, nad it goes a bit like   
   this:   
      
   The dreamer was in some manner dealing with a high-performance automobile,   
   *similar to* a late-model (possibly future model) darker red Corvette, yet   
   with a "feel" more like a Ferrari (like with an absolute speed-performance   
   high-end line model, yet with    
   sports car luxury focus.  I've just listened to around 20 of the "top 10" car   
   engine audios on YouTube, and the only one that came even *close* was the   
   Lamborghini Countach LP500S.)   
      
   Apparently, most car engine audio videos are for some reason fascinated with   
   the tail pipes, which produce a rather *throaty* sound, sometimes like a   
   "growl" or "angry" sound.  (One video even sounded like a classic   
   Harley-Davidson!)   
      
   This particular scene was a view of "under the hood," of the engine   
   compartment, and *most* of it was "covered" with one of those dark (blackish)   
   either leather or plastic protection shrouds.  (For some reason, the   
   impression of fabric was more prevalent    
   than hard plastic, *unless* the plastic had been shape-formed to portray the   
   dips and rises of the components beneath it.)   
      
   The dreamer had the keys to the vehicle (not specifically a fob, yet there may   
   certainly have been a fob on it) but there was some type of issue with the   
   ignition system itself:  If the keys were turned, there was a *broken* wire   
   (I'm *thinking* it was    
   colored red, to indicate it was from the hot positive terminal) that was   
   (seemingly, logically) positioned somewhere between the battery's + terminal   
   and the starter, yet near the top front of the engine compartment (like in the   
   area *traditionally* over    
   the radiator zone) *and this break in the wire* prevented *any* current   
   running to the starter, like turning on a light switch to a lamp with no bulb.   
      
   The dreamer was holding the two ends of the broken wire, such that there was   
   an exposed (silvery) wire tip in the left hand and also an exposed (silvery)   
   tip in the right hand.  Now normally, when someone is connecting two wires,   
   there's *usually* about    
   a half inch of exposed wire that may be twisted or crimped or capped together   
   in some manner.  In this case, there was only about a "point" of wire exposed   
   on each side, maybe a single millimeter on each side.   
      
   So when the dreamer "held" those two wire tips together, the engine purred to   
   life.  The dreamer even "revved" the engine a bit (this is typically a *very*   
   simple maneuver from under the hood— or at least, it used to be, back when   
   the gas pedal    
   physically activated a rod that actuated the fuel intake / carburetor in some   
   manner) then let the engine stop, *possibly* by letting go of the two ends of   
   the wire, although "IRL" (in the real world) once the current to the starter   
   has completed the    
   ignition sequence, one *should* be able to totally disconnect the battery as   
   the vehicle will continue to run via the alternator/generator.  Even so, the   
   *sound* of the engine was, in some dream-like, spiritual-mechanical manner,   
   *beautiful!*  It had the    
   hum of a motor, yet also had the high-pitched "whine" of a turbocharger.    
   (People who know turbos know that a turbo's "whine" is usually a *beautiful*   
   sound, rather than an irritating "whine," like that of a child or cranky   
   person.)   
      
   So sure, it's been a few years since I've had to dabble under the hood, and   
   that information *may* be significantly outdated in today's modern mechanics,   
   but I definitely recall once viewing a car running back in the day, IRL, with   
   *no* battery.   
      
   At any rate, in the dream, the dreamer seemed to be of the opinion that the   
   engine would run only with the wire points held together.   
      
   Then someone came into the picture, so to speak:  A man (looking *very* much   
   like myself, although more like my real life biological father, although Dad   
   physically passed back in 2006, and with an actually "more mature" look, even   
   though more like in    
   his 40s or 50s, whereas I'm in my *early* 60s) appeared to the dreamer's left,   
   so here's the layout of the scene:   
      
   The dreamer is like at the center-point of a traditional, 12-hour clock face,   
   where the hands come together at the center-point of the face.  The car is   
   aimed as if from 2–2:30 pointing *towards* the center-point of the clock   
   face.  The dreamer is in    
   the front of the car (the center-point of the clock face) as well as tending   
   towards the car's left (driver's side, in the USA) to around 3:30 of the clock   
   face.   
      
   The character / man who enters is slightly ahead of the front right of the   
   car's right headlight / fender (passenger's side in the USA) at *about* 10   
   o'clock per the clock face.   
      
   What the guy does:  Somehow he tells the dreamer to start the car, or in some   
   way *starts* the car without any actual physical action to indicate having   
   done so.  Sort of like the word "start" is spoken, and the car starts.   
      
   The engine is humming along beautifully as the dreamer is holding the two wire   
   points together.   
      
   The guy *revs* the engine up to around maybe 4 to 6 thousand RPM (just as an   
   estimate.  No tachometer was actually observed) and holds it there, sustained   
   like a well-played whole note, tied to another whole note, blown on a wind   
   instrument (in other    
   words, a good 6 to 8 count rev.)   
      
   The dreamer (basically, me, "I") stood there listening to the engine hum,   
   appreciating every moment of its purring / humming, thinking that was perhaps   
   *the* most beautiful engine hum he'd (I've) ever heard.   
      
      
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