Jordi helped me break into my dad’s house a few weeks ago. I stayed outside on the front lawn while he entered the house using my spare key. Moments later, Jordi trotted out of the house, cradling a bunch of goods in his arms. He told me he’d scored a bunch of spark plugs. But why? I didn’t ask for spark plugs. I didn’t even need spark plugs. I looked at the so-called spark plugs and recognized them as cheap MEC bike lights. Wonderful. Thanks, Jordi.

Fortunately, all this happened in my sleep. My dreams are usually a mishmash of recent events, conversation topics, and things I’ve seen. The appearance of MEC bike lights happened in reserve. Just now, Jordi asked whether I still had the rear bike light I’d borrowed from him over a month ago. I recall returning it to him ASAP, but I had a medley of cheap rear lights in my bike stuff bin and gave those to him.