In a large vehicle on the way, we are crossing some sort of flooded creek. In front of us, another SUV hits a bump, takes an awkward turn, and suddenly disappears down into a sink hole. I jump out of the car to the edge of the sink hole, people from other cars come to help as well. In the back seat, the passengers seem to be able to extract themselves--it seems better if they can move themselves than if I try to grab them and pull them out. As they are escaping, we move to the passengers in the front seat to see what sort of state they are in.
I'm working on a science project for school. It involves using a machine to allow I. to lift the front of my car easily, even though she is small and the car is very heavy. Also the solution to a quadratic equation is involved. It is the day the project is due--I get to school realizing that while I started the project, it isn't quite ready, and more importantly I haven't done the write-up. I dash to a computer--there are 45 minutes before the first bell, maybe I can dash it off? I wake up--thank goodness, there is no paper actually due. I drift back to sleep, and I'm right back in front of the computer, and the paper is again due. No, I tell myself--this isn't real.
I'm driving somewhere, but I'm not paying any attention at all and I miss a turn off the highway, and have to go around. I wind up on the bus, I am going to the Colman docks to catch the ferry as part of a school trip--I'm a younger man, student-aged, now. I get off the bus at the terminal, and suddenly realize I've left my luggage for the trip on the bus. Now I won't be able to go. I go to the Metro office, and tell the woman I've left my bag on a bus and I have to get on a ferry, is there any way I can get it back. She seems friendly and helpful, writes down the description and color of the bag (I say it is true black, she writes down blue/black, I correct her), and asks if I can be a good lad and wait. I say I can indeed be good, though I might try and find something to read, like a Stranger. As I'm waiting, I notice that I've warn loafers, which aren't good shoes for a trip to an island. Oh well, that seems like the least of my problems at the moment. I wait. A bag comes in that isn't mind. I wait. The woman comes up to me, she's holding my bag! She is very pleased with herself and I am very happy. I will get to go on the trip after all.
