7and8

Last night I was upset because the four seater forklift I was a riding in down the interstate didn't have a radio.  I think Coach was driving the forklift. I can't be sure because he didn't talk.  A faceless female was keeping pace by walking beside the forklift telling Coach how to drive faster.  I'll also mention that in my dream people were less than accommodating to someone driving heavy equipment on the Mass Pike which logically connected to I94 in Ypsilanti.  Luckily, I finally got to the dry-ice store.  We needed dry-ice because we had fresh fish in danger of going bad.  The sunset was breathtaking.