Last night, I dreamt that I was sitting outside, on my front porch. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a roaring engine. A man on a motorcycle sped down the street. When he reached the end of the street, he turned the corner and I was glad to see him go because his motorcycle was way too loud.
Then, he roared down a street a second time. And then a third time. Each time, the motorcycle seemed louder than before. The third time, I stood up and yelled at him to go somewhere else but I’m sure he couldn’t hear me as he roared by. When he turned the corner, I suddenly heard what sounded like a huge explosion.
Realizing that the motorcyclist had probably crashed into a car, I started walking down the street so I could see if he was okay. But the more I walked, the more far away the end of my block seemed. I started to get frustrated. I sighed and said out loud, “I should have just driven down there.”
And then I woke up.