This morning my car became my saviour and it kinda freaked me out. I never realized how much like a cocoon my car actually is. I think I might stay it and keep on driving. That way I can sort of hide away with my music and the road and the hum of my motor. Maybe I'll even make it all the way to CA before I run out of gas. Not likely, but a nice dream.
That's not entirely true! You're a charlatan. It's only a dream if that's all you want to do is dream about it. I see how it is, now. I guess then that we never will feel the Pacific wind.