Monday, July 9, 2007

December 7, 2005

I dreamed I was lost on the northwest side of Chicago. I went around a corner and there was a car on fire — three foot flames shooting out of it. The car’s Mexican owner was frantically chopping at the back of the car with an ax. Somehow this would help? I yelled at him: GET AWAY FROM THE CAR! IT WILL EXPLODE AND KILL YOU! GET AWAY FROM THE CAR! Eventually he moved away. The flames grew to twenty feet. But then it started raining and the fire went out instantly. The Mexican guy immediately started trying to open the driver’s door so he could get in and drive off. I told him he shouldn’t do that, it’s still dangerous, the car is dead, it will never run again. He said, “How do you know? You haven’t tried putting it in reverse!”

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