Mizblog

I had a strange dream last night.

We bought a house on the side of a hill. At the top of the hill our street was crossed by a road that led to the highway. At the bottom our street ended in a T, with the left side road descending a curving grade toward the beach.

A few doors up the hill from our house, someone had put some wheeled dumpsters next to the curb. I went to examine them and found that they weren’t properly blocked from rolling down the hill. I accidentally set the first one rolling and it crossed the street and destroyed a parked car.

I deliberately sent the second one rolling. It crossed the street too, swiped a different car, and then went back toward my house! It went up the driveway and (because I shared a driveway with my neighbor) smashed my neighbor’s car. It bounced off and went back into the street, so I ran and jumped onto it. We got to the T intersection and it turned left and started rolling down the hill toward the beach.

That’s when the country music started playing. The singer was going on about how it’s so crowded nowadays that the only ones who can see past all the trucks are the other truck drivers, and so on. I recognized the song by name: “I Don’t Know If It’s True, But It Sure Makes A Great Song Title!”

At the beach the dumpster and I ended up in the ocean. I waded to shore and eventually climbed up the rocks to see what was going on. Turns out that the ocean was just a stream, but it was washing some really big trees down with the current, and they were knocking down other trees alongside the stream.

And that’s when I woke up. It was 3am.