In our new place, our windows face the street, and an inner courtyard of sorts. Now, the streets are less busy than the avenues (for those that don't know, in Manhattan, streets run from east to west while the avenues are north to south, so you can have a Seinfeldian intersection of 1st and 1st and not break any laws of physics), and the avenue that we live on is one of the least traveled on all the Upper West Side. So, the street noise that floats up to our apartment is minimal.
However, the street noise from our Akron apartment, which looked over into a large wooded hill, was even less. I knew which of my neighbors was returning home before I even saw their cars from the sound that the cars made in the infrequently visited apartment cul de sac.
Therefore, the trucks that come by in the early morning, while not really waking me up or disturbing me, cause me to have interesting dreams. I think the first morning, a garbage truck idling while it's workers grabbed the trash on the curbs - an operation that takes less than a minute - made me dream that I was asleep at my in-laws' house, and that my father-in-law was mowing the lawn with his riding mower.
I'm truly not normal.
Since then, I've had more car chase dreams than I think I've had in my entire life prior to moving here. I don't really think of myself as a violent car chase kind of person (see my post on roller coasters for confirmation). I think, however, that this street-noise driven dream phenomenon will dissipate after a few weeks. At least, I hope it does, as I'm not sure I can deal with 2 years of car chase dreams. They make me wake up slightly terrified.