I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of the end of my last dream, and the end of the dream took place during either late in the afternoon or early evening in a fictional place.
My mom called a vehicle place / junkyard / and / or something like that where we had something / an object there that was possibly being fixed and/or something like that, maybe an automobile or something like that, and the owner who was a thin man with whitish colored skin with a Southern American (USA) accent said that they were closed for the day.
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