My husband and I bought a 1967 Mustang brand-new, straight off the showroom floor. It was beautiful– small, shiny brown with a leather-look brown interior and it was a V-8. That’s something rare, nowadays.
We sold it and I regret that–wish I had it now. However, the other night, I found it! At least, I dreamed I found it. In my dream, it was in a car lot, key still inside and it looked just like it used to look. I raised the hood to look under and was surprised to see the engine didn’t fill all the space, as it used to do. Anyway, that’s about where the dream ended and I don’t know why the engine was smaller than in real life. The important part was, I found it! Of course, when I woke up, I was disappointed that it wasn’t sitting in my driveway and, in all probability, never would be again.
I’ve lost other things through the years. Most of the lost items were accidentally misplaced and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember where I’d put them. Other things, like my Mustang, was a purposeful loss but one that I later regretted.
My Mustang dream left me wishing there was a place where lost things could be found. It’d be nice if all those lost dreams, goals, hopes, enthusiasms, even friendships could be found and renewed. Or, is that just dreaming?
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