Thread: Met a man after damaging a car windshield

Cutting out earlier parts of the dream, It was night time or close to night time and I was angry at a man for honking a car horn while pulling out of a driveway and I punched the passenger's side windshield of the red 60s Station Wagon he was driving, Damaging it. He said "This isn't my car" And took his hands off the steering wheel as he said it. Shortly after that I said something about my face being stupid, Then he said "Why, I oughta... (Then he said something while holding his fist clenched)" And I said "No, I said my stupid face" And I may have apologized and introduced myself, At which point he introduced himself; His name was Harry Banks and he kissed my hand like a parent might since I hurt it by punching the windshield (It didn't feel hurt to my recollection, Though.) I then got in the rear seat of the car with my mother and we drove to a nearby repair/salvage yard and I think I said I'd have to replace the windshield on the way. Prior to waking up, We were outside the car and Harry said to park the car in a corner and put tires in it to "Encourage the mechanic" Or something like that.

The man was an elderly caucasian. He was in his 60s or 70s or was older, He wore no glasses, He may have been balding and had no beard but had a mustache. He may have been wearing a white or pink or salmon shirt but perhaps I'm just thinking of pink-ish colors in relation to a white shirt + the red color of the car. Harry was also shorter than I am if I remember right and I'm about 5 foot 11. I think he may have been a bit stooped over, Too.

And somehow I believe I actually met him in my dream and that is his name.