I went to the mechanic’s to check on the vintage, off-white Ford Mustang I had recently acquired.
When I arrived, the mechanic was giving me the lowdown on the various problems the car had.
Meanwhile, I wasn’t able to spot the car anywhere on the premises until I noticed it was being obscured by the car’s open hood.
The mechanic said the car would be ready in a few minutes so If I wanted we could step into the office to settle the payment.
The cost for the repairs came to 434 dollars, and I thought to myself that while it seemed reasonable, it was around a sixth of what it cost to buy a brand new Mustang when the debuted in the early 1960s.
As I was settling the bill, I told the mechanic that he and I had in common that both our jobs required the precision use of our hands.
The mechanic guessed that I was a surgeon to which I replied that while I wasn’t one, my current profession actually started out in the field of surgery and dentistry.
He laughed and immediately guessed that I must be a barber and I told him I was, but unlike the mechanic, who was about to finish his workday, I was actually on my way to begin mine.
He looked a bit confused and I explained that I was the only after-hours barber in the city and he said he would keep that in mind.
I drove off and went home to change into my work clothes.
As I was leaving for my barbershop, I made a u-turn pulling away from my house and noticed a large dead dog lying in the street I assumed had been hit by a car. There were already some birds gnawing at the dog’s carcass and eyes.
Pulling around the corner, a man was walking a light colored pit bull that, upon seeing my care, became aggressive and nearly got away from its owner. I wondered if there was something about my car that made dogs react aggressively towards it.
Looking at the time, I noticed it was ten minutes to eight, but I soon realized it was morning and that I wasn’t a barber at all but a physician and I would be arriving at my clinic just in time for my first patient appointment.
I arrived at the clinic to find that my associates who had worked the day before had left the clinic a total mess, so I began cleaning frantically to try and get the place in some form of order before my first patient arrived.
Just as I had finished picking up the last of the mess off the floor, I heard the clinic door open and I walked into the reception area and greeted the elderly woman who had just come in.
Later that evening, I was getting ready to go to the synagogue where there was an all night celebration.
I ran into my great-grandfather as I was pulling into the parking lot in the residential community where my family lived.
He was loading his car with musical equipment and told me he was on his way to the synagogue.
I asked him what time he was performing and he told me at ten to six.
As I looked at my watch noticing that it was already well past six, my great grandfather laughed and said he meant ten to six in the morning as he reminded me that it was an all night festival.
I told him I would wake up early and come to see his band perform on my way to work.
Then I woke up.
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