flying apple

I dreamt I was on my way somewhere with a man from the middle east. We were not very familiar with each other, but at the same time, we had a level of comfort as if we did either know each other or had similar values or goals. There was an excitement we both shared about something that kept us bonded. We went to a parking lot under a bridge. It was a mess of cars and we found the one we would be using. It was a bit of a mess and I think it even had a broken window. As I was getting in, I looked over to some traffic lights in an intersection. They were the kind that hung from a wire between poles. There was an apple vine of sorts going across it. I pointed it out to him so he could see how beautiful it was, and I kept exclaiming on how perfect the apples were. I could feel the appreciation rising from my belly to my chest and then phwoom! an apple flew over in my direction, bouncing off the hood of my car into my hand. My mouth dropped open and I looked at him and thought how fortunate! The apple was as crisp and delicious as it looked. I was amazed. Then I realized I needed to go start up an old white car behind me. I went back to the car, gave it a good couple of tries with no success. I then shrugged my shoulders as I didn't have a solution and went to get back in my car. Then an engineer friend called me at that second to tell me how to start the car.