OK, I had this crazy dream last night...
One of our Pelican flock is John Walker in Seattle who owns/operates his own Porsche repair shop. He replaced headstuds on an engine of mine a few years ago, which gave me the excuse to tour his shop. Very, very cool place because Walker is into old trucks and other somewhat unusual but very interesting American iron. First time in my life I've seen a flat head V12, and he had TWO of them...
So anyway, in this dream I owned a FIRE TRUCK! Even better, Walker was somehow involved with mentoring or helping me restore it. In the dream, the truck was in his shop and he instructed me to pull the full tank. Then I did the stupidest thing in the history of the universe...
I put the floor jack under the fuel tank and lifted the whole truck, thus crushing the fuel tank. The look on John Walker's face was of such abject disgust over my stupidity that it WOKE ME UP!
Crazy!
angela