It must be summer, because I’m driving with the windows down. I must not feel like running the air conditioning.
I’m on the Northway in my home state of New York, in that spot north of Albany between Clifton Park and Colonie where traffic picks up but is still moving.
In my passenger seat is something much to small for the box it’s in … clearly inspired by Amazon.
All of a sudden, the box flies out the window, crossing multiple lanes and bouncing into traffic. One driver, trying to avoid it, veers directly into another car, setting off something that looks like an iRacing crash.
Meanwhile, the box keeps going, and I’m trying to keep my eye on it. (Lucky for me, I manage to avoid the wreck.)
But I lose it.
The next thing I know, I’m in a pit somewhere, just off the highway. It reminds me of the junkyard off I-90 (that’s the east-west highway we take from where we live in Massachusetts to New York), except without cars that have been there for the nearly 20 years I’ve been driving past it.
I never knew this existed, but I’m just going with it, plus I’m pretty sure I can see the box, so I walk across the pit to get it.
But it’s not there, so I decide I’m going to walk back out … onto the highway … to find it. What could possibly go wrong?
Clearly, even though I have no idea what it is, that too-small item in that too-large box is vitally important.
And then I roll over. OK, I’m in bed. The sun is starting to come in the window.
Well, that was certainly a weird one.
I’m not huge into dream analysis, but anyone have a clue what it could have been about?