Do some of you find that dreams which come just before rising have a … different quality? This morning I had a particularly vivid dream which is still stuck in my head. Often dreams fade. Not this one.
Here are the bare bones.
I was in a garage, a car repair and body shop, run by a bunch of Hispanic guys and gals lead by a fellow named Hector. The shop was a business but it was also a kind of half-way house (I’m not sure that’s the right term, since it has negative connotations) for pregnant young women and others in various phases of trouble. They could live for free over the garage, but they had to work in the repair shop and also participate in physical-condition-appropriate daily PT. They learned to repair cars and each one had a project of working also on a particular needy car during their stay. When it was time to leave, they had a job skill and they could keep the car they had “rescued”. I was there to say a daily TLM in their chapel, off the back of the garage where they also had the Blessed Sacrament reserved. A cadre of women from the neighborhood provided both pot luck meals and day care.
Anyway, it was vivid enough that I felt compelled to write it down. I have no idea where this one came from. I’m rather susceptible to dreaming about the last thing that I might have watched on TV (movie, etc.) or read. As I get older I find that I have to be pretty careful about what I watch before turning in, because that’s what I’ll dream later on. That can be bad, particularly when it involves lots of combat, etc. In any event, this one came seemingly out of nowhere, nothing I was involved with during the day.