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epitome of incomprehensibility
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I'm inside my parents' house when something, perhaps a noise, prompts me to open the front door. Outside, two bicycles are lying on the ground. So are two tall young men, seemingly unconscious.
I'm running around, trying to find my phone. Something tells me to slow down a little, that I'll be faster overall without my panicked rushing leading me the wrong way. Ah. It's in its usual pocket in my brown backpack.
Then I step outside, surveying the situation, half-conscious that if the injured people can take care of themselves, they might react like "Don't_call_the_fucking_ambulance" (understandable; ambulance rides are expensive even in Canada). And now I rush out past them because there's a mess of cables on the ground - a thinner grey one and a larger black one, coiled all about the lawn. A man in a rubber-booted uniform calls at me to get out of the way, but I can't in time and an electric shock runs through me. To my relief, it's not very strong - just a buzz.
Then I see one of the once-knocked-down men on his feet. He's the longer-haired one - light brown hair, scruffy beard, skinny. "Are you all right?" I ask.
He nods and points to his T-shirt. There's a list of names there, as of sponsors for an athletic event, and he's pointing to "Engel and Völkers." In real life, it's a real estate company. In the dream, it's the insurance company that covers all German citizens. It's quick to respond to any accident that happens to any of them, even outside Germany.
It's an understatement to say I'm impressed.
He also explains that the cable was for delivering an electric shock to the bikes so they could start again. I accept uncritically that this is how bicycles work. I also wonder whether the electric device started him again too - an instant defibrillator shocking him from near-death into ordinary, bike-riding life. Regardless, it's time for him to get back on his light-frame conveyance and wave goodbye.
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