Greetings From Dreamville
I’m trying to remember this dream I had this morning before I forget it. I was walking down a road where there were a few cars going by. It was very sunny, but not hot and there were some trees. I don’t know how long I had been walking but I wanted to wash my hands. I saw a mechanic’s shop and a new-looking old model light blue car parked up on the curb. In front of the car was a big sink with two levels. On the first level was a black bar of mechanic’s soap and on the second level was a white bar of regular soap. I thought the mechanic’s soap would do a better job of cleaning my hands since it’s supposed to handle heavy duty dirt and my hands felt dirty. Instead, the soap completely covered my fingers with black grease. I remember thinking, darn, I wanted to paint my fingernails tonight. I walked a couple of steps away from the sink where there was a clean white towel hanging from a dispenser contraption. I grabbed the towel and started wiping my hands vigorously and I could see the tips of my fingernails were becoming clean. Still wiping my hands, I noticed other people for the first time standing across the street on the corner. Traffic had become heavy by then, and I remember having to wait for traffic from both directions before I was able to cross the road.