I have had some really strange visits to upstate New York lately, particularly the Alexandria Bay area near the border of Canada. Last night, I'm driving my old man's Chevy Impala (three on the tree) when all the sudden the steering column locks up on me and I lose control, just barely banging into a fabulous couple's Subaru Forrester.
They both freaked. "You're not going anywhere 'til the cops get here" shrieked the manlier of the two. I looked at the damage done and tried to dismiss it as superficial, but they were having none of it. Nothing left to do but call my insurance agent there on the spot.
That's when things got even weirder. I got directory assistance on the phone with my Blackberry's voice command application (for some reason stored as "directory asst" so always a challenge to make it work) and when asked for the city and state I replied "Watertown, New York" and asked for Progressive Insurance. There was no listing for it.
So there I was, being screamed at by two highly strung life partners three thousand miles from my home. That's when it dawned on me that I was dreaming. I was pissed.
Monday morning comes early enough let alone spending Sunday night into the wee hours of Monday stressing out over an imaginary car accident and its ensuing drama. I woke myself up, shook my groggy head and felt a sense of relief that it was all over now.
I should call my dad.
You should call your Dad. I've had a lot of weird dreams lately too. Maybe you don't want to get a Subaru.
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