The petrol kiosk car servicing workshop that I regularly patronise was the location of last night's #dream. It was cleaner than usual but the feel was of that place over all. The boss managed to convince me to buy a bottle of WD40 at the mini store which looked nothing like what it really is IRL and I paid for it at the cashier while my... tank was being serviced?
No really, the boss scraped some grime off of one of the metal caterpillar track segment of my flippin' tank as he spoke.
So yes, I dreamt that I bought a bottle of lubricant for my tank. Couldn't make out its model though.
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