Flight

In a strange sort of junkyard, the proprietor lends me his pedal-powered single-prop plane, and I start flying around. I am flying above the city when the propeller breaks off (it is very flimsy, as it turns out) and I plunge down into a small river below. I remember that I have left everyone at the hotel, and I have to get back to them. I need to fix the plane, so I will need to get parts. I drag the wreckage to a parking lot where my truck is, but it is old and rusted and will not run. I realize it is a dream and transform the truck into a brand new pickup, one of those big American rigs the size of a giant SUV. Now I will be able to drive back to the junkyard and pick up a spare propeller.