April 25th, 2006

I am driving my car down the city streets. I look in my rearview mirror and see I still have a gas pump nozzle attatched. I must of drove off before I finished filling up my fuel tank.
"Wait, I never got any gas earlier," I think. I am afraid I will get in trouble when someone sees the gas nozzle in my car. I violently rotate the steering wheel, making a u-turn. Hopefully the force of the turn will pop the gas zozzle out of my fuel tank.
...I drive to the gas station and my car fades away. I am floating forward...
...My awareness shifts elsewhere...
I, and a piece of me appearing as a young african-american male, stand on the World's Backyard. He is doing something with the the symbols and the Circular River. I learn what he is doing, but forget when I awake. He says to me the noise now playing is the noise to listen to. I listen. I hear music playing softly in the wind. I finally realize it is my alarm and wake up.