So, I woke up in the middle of the night, wondering what the heck I was just dreaming about. All I remember (thank god!) is that I was standing in a shop next to my deceased father (once again, adds to the oddity) and a mechanic comes walking in, pushing an engine hoist. The engine hanging from it was MY engine! Some odd blue pastey stuff was dripping from all connecting areas. My dad stood there looking at his feet, shaking his head. The mechanic told me he was very sorry, and he would give me some time alone with my engine, then he walked away. The more and more I looked at the engine, it resembled a weight lifting bench more than an engine, so I started screaming "this is not my engine!", over and over.
Then, I woke up.
WTF! I hope I am not some sort of seer.
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