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Dream
I was driving in south Atlanta trying to get on 285 north, I was in my step dad’s old Silverado truck, I could tell because it felt like I was 10 feet from the ground and the truck kept wobbling on it's loose shocks, when I realized the way off was further down the road and on the other side, as indicated by a faded sign with missing letters, so after a few intersections I'm on the onramp for 285 and some highway called 72. There are smooth upside down trapezoid concrete overpasses passing overhead (like at Spaghetti Junction) some coming very close to hitting the cab of the truck I was driving, the sun was shining down brightly as water dripped down and vines hung off the side of these overpasses. Then the ramp curved around and simply ended into the side of one of the lower overpasses, the road breaking apart a few feet ahead of me. I got very scared because the incline was steep, forward and to the passenger side, so if I got out the truck might actually start sliding and slide over me. I looked around fast and noticed I had missed a little detour road that was not asphalt but red brick 20 feet back, so I carefully backed up and started slowly down this road, noticing that the incline was steep as well. A tree branched scraped the top of the cab as I veered off the road, the truck now uncontrollable and heading through the sunlight dappled kudzu field to the lake at the bottom of this mammoth valley. I hit the water going very fast and the tires sank in the muddy bank instantly, stopping the truck but propelling me out through the window to go splashing down into the lake. The water was very clear but very shallow all around, not more than 2 feet deep. As I got up and regained myself I noticed halfway buried under the silt at the bottom of the lake were thousands of patio table umbrellas. There was like a third person voice of some shrill lawyer woman speaking inside my head, or perhaps from the lake, talking about how we were going to sue the city and sue them on anything we could get them on. Then the phone rang and I woke up.
What the fuck was with those umbrellas?
I'm trying to break your click track heart.
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