albadger | We could combine our resources! (Reply)

I dreamed my boss (not my real-life boss but some guy in Squigglevision) assigned me to travel the US Interstate Highway system and write articles about oddities along the way. "Take tomorrow off," he said, "and go to Sacramento, I want you to check out the original stretch of I-80 there." Off to Sacramento I went (on a Wednesday by the way), to find the original 2 miles of I-80 still intact, barely -- a 2-lane stretch of decaying blacktop suspended over a reservoir by frayed wires, marred by huge potholes, into one of which I fell. I should have plummetted to my doom, but the pothole was full of discarded machinery and used clothing. There was also the corpse of a youngish man, dressed as a pilot. I took his pilot cap (as identification you see), climbed out of the pothole, and crawled the remaining length into town (this Sacramento was closer to Lodi in size).

Starving and thirsty, I entered the first Nation's I saw. A party of show-biz types at one of the tables got terribly excited. "You got his hat!" they screamed.

"Whose hat?" I naturally asked.

"Leonardo DiCaprio!" replied a vague, watery-eyed youth. "He and I were beginning a project to travel the US Interstate Highway system and do television episodes about it when we were attacked by wolves..."

Then I woke up. It's snowing outside. And I'm glad to be back.

No, I'm not in San Leandro. I'm visiting friends in Cool, California, which explains the I-80 part of the dream, and maybe the wolves, but not poor Leo.