Can you separate reality from a non-reality? Read my story and ponder the thin line that separates reality from imagination.
I can recall vividly what happened.
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The Missing Tire
Driving along the road I passed through a plantation of flowers. It was so colorful with all those violets and pink tulips that grow nicely in rows. I stopped and dropped by to see the owner who was doing something to maintain the lush growth of flowers. I was interested in having my own garden at home so I tried to ask a few questions seeing how well the flowers are grown by this lady. We were quite absorbed in what we are discussing when something caught my eye. I left the pickup truck idling because I did not really intend to stay long in the place. Alas! A guy senior in his years stooping beside my truck with probing eyes and a boy were beside my car and the right, front tire of my truck was gone!
I was alarmed and rushed to my car. I did not right away accuse the man and his companion for the loss of my car’s tire thinking that they might just have happened to pass by. I looked around but I could see nobody else. The old man was trying to evade my probing questions then suddenly, he and his companion quickly darted away. They escaped me. I was so damn exasperated why I was not even able to do something like taking a picture of the robbers because I have my camera with me to serve as evidence.
The Thief
I can remember how the old guy looked. He has hooded eyes and he grows a white beard like that of an old Chinese kung-fu master. He moves so fast I could not catch up with him.
A policeman happened to pass by and I made the description. I got assurance that he will find the culprit but I was left pondering what to do with my pickup truck.
Prayer Works
I was glad the reserve tire was still there, but then again, I noticed it was out of air. I need to pump air in to it but I did not bring an air pump in the truck.
I slumped on the ground and prayed hard for the thief to return back what’s mine and relief from my general misfortune. Then in a snap, all my concerns were gone! I realized it was just a bad dream. I got out of bed and peeped through the window to see my pickup truck, well, complete with the tires.
Dream Explanation
A friend told me several months ago that they lost all the tires of their family car to a robber. Also, just yesterday another friend sent me a collection of pictures where one showed a beautiful road with flowers growing on it. These things may have been the reasons why I had that dream.

The picture sent to me showing a pathway grown with flowers.
Thank God! My dream seemed to be so real I really felt relieved upon waking up. Then I recalled two previous posts where I did some research on what dreams mean. These are 10 Functions of Dreaming and Eight Explanations Why We Dream. I tried to see which one provides the best explanation to my dream but none seems appropriate.
I came to conclude that my dream was after all, just a coherent, logical construction of my mind based on previous experience of actual and related (from conversation) reality. Have I come up with a theory?
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