Before I drove home today, I caught a little nap.

It's a Saturday.

Strange dreams, good dreams, happen on Saturdays.

This morning's dream? It wasn't a dream. They came in again.

And they traveled down Interstate 95.

Look, these, things, are the freakiest thing I've ever experienced. I am healthy, I am fine. I have no plausible explanation for it. I'm wondering as much as you are.