Friday, April 8th, 2011

Well, I crashed the truck last night. That happens to me all the time when I try to drive from the back seat … or, in the case of the truck, from trying to drive while sitting in the bed.

There’s always a steering wheel back there in these dreams. It’s not like I’m sitting back there poking at the wheel up front with a broomstick. But, unfortunately, the wheel or tiller or whatever’s in the back to control the direction is typically very small. The wheel in the back of truck, for instance, was no bigger than a tea saucer. It was also very stiff, hard to turn, and even when I could get it to turn it affected the direction the truck was going only a tiny bit. I crashed the truck because I couldn’t turn the wheel fast enough to get the truck around a corner.

My Darling B was in the back with me, happily telling me about the latest goodies growing in her garden until she noticed that I was drifting into the other lane even though I was frantically cranking the wheel around as fast as I could. She pointed this out several times, each time at a higher register than the previous warning, but it didn’t help. Luckily, we didn’t hit anybody else. Unluckily, we drifted completely across the oncoming lane into the ditch on the other side. It was filled with water, so when the truck rolled over the canvas top over the bed collapsed on top of us and we couldn’t get out.

I woke up from that dream breathing hard. Can’t remember the last time I was scared by a dream like that.

Truck | 6:06 am CDT
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