It's a clear, bright day, dappled with sunshine and not a cloud in the sky; I'm piloting one of those good-sized garden tractors (with the cleated, oversized back tires) through a golf course, with a yappy little kid sitting behind me, barking out admonishments as I tear a swath of shaven destruction behind me. The further along I get through the grounds, the more irate golfers I have chasing after me (on foot, and in those li'l electric carts); they're getting closer, and I turn my head back to see just HOW close, and I fail to steer clear of one of the water hazards (here's where it gets.....strange); instead of burying the tractor in a jolting *splash*, we all go riding out on top of the water for about 70 feet, doing 40 MPH; the kid behind me says this is impossible, I realize he's right, and the tractor just drops straight down into the drink like a boulder (and we're still sitting on the tractor); the speed of the dropping motion manifests in the LITERAL, physical arching of my back in bed (which awakens me). One of my more vivid dreams!
