My friend, her girlfriend and I were walking in this old, brown place where broken things go. She pointed out a car to us that was only $400. An old beat up red convertible. When she explained it could be fixed up and we could use it we saw the value in it. It was like finding treasure in a dump. Then she gave home-made flash-lights to each of her children. The kids were disgusted and confused because these lights were made from old, dirty, broken pieces of other lights. Then my friend smiled at them and she began to explain. When the kids understood they smiled and their flash-lights became true, rich and shone brightly. When I woke up I shared this dream with my friend. Turns out she got in a car accident, just got home from the hospital, and was getting her kids ready for school. She says she's badly injured, broken bones, and thinks she looks disgusting.
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