Just awoken from this dream where I quit my job at a private school and on my way out the door i took one of the school's airplanes. It was a small WWII fighter, no guns just a bare bones plane and a blast to fly! My wife came to pick me up and I strapped the plane to the car roof and off we went, My wife wanted to know what the hell we were going to do with a plane and I told her I'd get a pilots license and she and I could go places. True to form the old dream killer said she wasn't getting in that thing. On the way home I spotted a driver-less Cadillac. I said to my wife, "Look. No driver." "I see it," she said sarcastically because she was pissed about the plane. Then for some reason she turned off the main road and onto a patch of ground which was a shortcut to another road. Neither she nor I noticing, too late, she passed under a clothesline. The plane got snagged, dragged off the roof and and smashed to smithereens. On the ground there was the engine and a shredded plane. I wasn't really angry since I hadn't paid money for the thing and my my wife for sure wasn't angry. We went to this nearby cafe where I was going to call a gas station to bring a tow truck and some rakes to clean up the mess. Inside I spotted a guy I kind of knew who worked for Johnny's - a real gas station from my youth - and I asked the young man to call in and get the tow truck. He was kind of slow to help. It was hard for him to stick his head out and see the wreck but when he did he said he'd call Johnny and that's when I woke up. 4:30am.
You don't have to be smart to see how fucked up this shit is. Jimmy Dore