The Little Green Machine
I am a soldier working my way through a search for a working veicle. I am examing small sports cars that have been abandoned. The first seems to far gone to restone to working condition. I then discover a very small green two seater convertable that responds to having its tires inflated in what looks like a single breath. They blow up nicely like a small baloon.
The scene changes to my house and I am showing my wife and others (or trying to) how perfectly the little green car fits into the decor. It is integrated into a central support of the house. It is beautiful and somehow still functional. The scene swithces back and forth several times from battlefield to home, each time delighted with the find. In the filed it is the perfect getaway car, in the home it is a work of art.
Soup (practical)
Art (drain the oil!)
Notes: Woke up feeling happy and rested (on four hours sleep...seems to be a trend).
What does the dream want? For me to integrate different parts of my life? For me to get moving? For me to pump the flat tires on my vehicle, i.e., me?
Reality Check: I need to put the new tire on the wheelbarrow. I will look out for flat tiires IRL (In Real Life). Nothing really jumps out.
Bumper Sticker: Is It Soup or Is It Art?
Dreams to Action: Salvage my disable vehicle (body), pump up the tires and go.
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