Fast LTD
I’m driving, Jodi is my passenger. We’re white knuckled, but confident. The siren is screaming behind us, though it’s disappearing quickly in the rear-view. The wind is whipping through the side windows across the elevated highway. We’re in Chicago, I think. I glance down at the speedometer. It says 230mph! I’m astonished that the mid-eighties Ford LTD can go that fast.
We approach some stopped traffic. Great, a jam. I squeeze my way between rows, stradling the dashed lines. We brace for the impact when I see the car won’t fit much longer. We’ve lost the siren behind us. I have this sense we haven’t fully escaped yet, but I’m not sure why.
Then I woke up.
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You be careful, Mike, where you take my daughter!! … even in your dreams!
Hmmm, I’m starting to get worried about what my in-laws think of me. First, the mom thinks I’m pushing 120mph in a rented Jaguar (with the daughter), then the dad thinks I’m beating his daughter, and now I’m fleeing police in a stolen LTD (with the hostage daughter).
Don’t worry, the beatings only happen down at the chop shop.
Mike!
It’s been forever!…can I just tell you that your “odd” dreams are SO like the ones that I (very often) have? Just ask Jeremy – if I let him read yours, he’ll think that he married into a weird family…oh wait… ;o) jk! By the way, I saw your note that you were interested in starting to do some photo stuff on the side…my friend is getting married in San Antonio in December – I told her to check out your pics and if she’s interested (and if you’re interested?), I’ll pass along your info. Thoughts?