Some sort of car wash

I would start this with sometimes, or it seems... but never I hope, or isn't it?

The recent weekend we have had felt like a conversation between dreamers who wanted to express their visions through writing. They were both inside their coupe in some sort of a car wash with the foam and the mist and the bubbles. They both thought it would be apt to say something about their dreams last night, which is:

Man has dreamt a lot of flying. Whether or not Freud lived, this is true. We just wanted to fly.

"Berlin is such a splendid place in my dream."

They waited for the process to end.