I drove our car into the ocean

I was able to ignore my strange dream the night before last, when my squeaky-clean friend was joined on a motorcycle by a huge, scruffy older man, and I suddenly realized a bunch of teens I saw in an SUV were living out a GAP commercial.  That dream was weird enough.  But last night I drove our car into the ocean.  Driving along the shore of some beautiful beach, I took what I thought was a bridge across the expanse of water . . . only to realize I was driving on a huge cable at the side of an ocean liner, and the water was rising up to greet me.  My car was covered, I was saved from the water, and my thoughts were filled with, “I’ll never live this one down,” “My dad told me never to submerse my engine in water–what about this?!” and “Wait, I just drove into an ocean.  I am not totally comfortable in large bodies of water.  I can’t believe my feet were dangling above the vast deeps of an ocean.  Okay, now I’m thinking really scary things.”

I had amused Sydney earlier in the day with a news article about a 63-year old woman who had mistaken a Long Island Railroad track for a road and almost gotten herself killed in the process.  I guess my dream took that mistake to a whole new level.

Erin