Dream, Oct 26-27, 2009

(the details I remember)

Driving my dad's pickup truck (the one he doesn't have anymore) - at night, a full moon. Off to get gas in "west Davis" (elements of I-5 in the San Joaquin Valley.) As usual, unable to read/recognize written symbols. Inexplicably impossible to operate pump/locate truck's gas tank intake. Pump 20-30 gallons of gas...but is it going into the gas tank? When done, driving away, pickup's fuel gauge still registers as empty...where did I pump the gasoline? Have I damaged the truck?

Driving: having left "west Davis" driving north, I am somewhere between Winters and Madison and also in a Bay Area canyon with a wide flat muddy river bottom. On a narrow winding road my motorcycle encounters a trailer truck carrying lumber - a long tree trunk - which, on a curve forces my cycle offroad into the river flats, where I slow the pickup truck to a stop.

I'M AWAKE

Awakened from slumber by a possibly defective epiglottis and an already-in-progress gag reflex. A rush to the bathroom sink and a couple of minutes spent coughing and retching saliva...nothing but saliva.

NOT recommended.