In my dream, I'm trying to reassemble my bicycle. I have no information as to why it is in pieces, but I think I can reassemble it. I'm not terribly sure my efforts will be successful, but I'm trying to do this out of curiousity as much as regaining use of my bicycle. I know that there are several shops I could visit with the pieces and they would do the job quickly and inexpensively, but that's not the way I want this to happen.
I'm in a room with several other extended family members. I know that Sarah is here and also my (now deceased brother) David. And I know there are others, but can't identify them.
I also know that David is very good at this sort of assembly/disassembly, but I really don't want any assistance from him. I'm not sure why...
The bike isn't completely disassembled and it seems to me that I will have to take several pieces off the existing partial assembly before proceeding with the overall reassembly -- and it's this disassembly that has me concerned more than the reassembly.
The room is crowded and not well lit. I need to put the bike pieces in a particular array and arrangement to begin reassembly, but as mentioned above there's some disassembly to take place first. This will involve the removal of small black screws holding several pieces together. And if these screws get dropped or otherwise get away from me, they will probably never be found again and will be impossible to purchase in my local hardware store. And that will likely preclude my reassembly project and I will just have to buy a new bicycle.
I find that I can either position these pieces in a good light, but that would interfere with the doings of some of the people. Or I can lay out the pieces in a nice neat way, but the light will be too dark to do any work. There don't seem to be any places that meet both criteria.
As I'm looking at the pieces and considering where to start, David comes over and starts fingering the pieces I have in front of me. I bark at him to chase him away. He leaves.
Some of the parts are held together with"Acorn Nuts" -- but they are really flimsy, being thin sheet metal bent in to the proper shape. (Different from the small black screws mentioned above.) Throughout much of the dream, I am complaining to myself about these fasteners. It's clear they won't hold up under any of the pressure and wears and tear of riding a bicycle. Grumble grumble.
David comes back, and once again starts to examine the pieces of the bike in front of me. And I chase him away again. I understand that having him help me -- or do the job himself -- will vastly increase the likelihood of the project being successful. And I also understand that I am being unreasonable. But that's how it is.
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