Another automotive semi-dream
Every now and then I'll pass through an instantaneous semi-dream on the way down to full sleep. The semi-dream is so weird or contradictory that it snaps me back to awakeness.
This afternoon:
I was hiding inside the upholstered front seat of a 1941 Chrysler New Yorker 'Highlander Edition'. I was cautiously peeking upward through the seams between sections of the plaid broadcloth, while my pursuers were
HUH? WHERE IN THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM???
I'm constantly amazed at the dream scripter's ability to assemble a richly detailed story line in a few milliseconds.