Dream Diary: “The Pileup”

Outside, under the floodlights, I mistook a massive St. Bernard playing frisbee for a guard dog. I returned indoors to warn Paul, but he was busy unionizing the janitors.

I was offered a ride home by an unidentified ex-girlfriend. She couldn’t see out of her windscreen.

“How do you know you’re not going to end up in the pileup?”

“I don’t really.”

We ended up in the pileup.