I’m sleeping and get a phone call from a mechanic in Alaska saying that my car is getting repaired and not to worry.

How’d my car get to Alaska and how’d they figure out how to call me? No clue…

Next scene I visually see my car on this green, grassy slope getting slammed by an orange BNSF freight train (yep, that detailed).

I return to the phone call and am put on hold as they play the Backstreet Boys, “I Want It That Way”.

I wake up…

Now, I’m wide awake writing this. Is documenting my dreams my new calling?

Happy Saturday all. 😁