Back when I worked for Henry Ford, I had a dream, but to give the full picture I have to describe 'the line'. I worked on Line One, where all the wiring looms were fitted to the empty car bodies. The bodies would arrive at the top of the line emerging from a lift which brought them down to us from the paint shop. They would then move along the line at a set speed past each work station where various parts were fitted.
If you were good at your job you could work faster than the line moved and work 'up the line'. This meant getting ahead, which meant you could work fast then rest for five minutes or so, depending on how far 'up the line' you had worked (this was dictated by speed and what was previously fitted to the car, you can't fit an engine loom if the fuse box hasn't been fitted, get it?), then you could go back to your workstation sit down and wait for your next job to arrive there.
Sometimes, if there had been a problem in the paint-shop no cars would come down for a while, or in line-worker's parlance, a 'gap' would come along the line. So people would work faster to get 'up the line' to reach the gap, and get more time to have a cup of tea or a smoke.
So, the dream:
I dreamt I was working fitting the engine looms. A gap was emerging from the lift at the top of the line, and I was working fast to reach the gap, but I couldn't and instead was moving backwards to the transfer to Line Two at the bottom of the line. By the time I reached the last car before the gap the next was out of the lift, so I went up to do that before sitting down for a cuppa. As I got there Tony, the first bloke on the line, was opening the bonnet to fit the bonnet prop. When he did there was a dead Ford worker in the empty engine bay. We called the foremen, Norrie and Jim, over who said, "Don't worry about this lads, we'll take care of it, carry on with your jobs." They then lifted the body out and stuck it bum first into a tall thin box so the head and feet were sticking out the top.
A little later the tea lady arrived and Norrie and Jim took the body, laid it on her tea trolley, put a Ford flag over it, and wheeled it off somewhere singing "Everything we do is driven by you…".
That's when I woke up drenched in sweat, and took four weeks off.