Deluge

Woo. It rained like mad yesterday. It was pretty wet out here in Southern Illinois to begin with, and yesterday's all day Rainfest didn't help. Two funny anecdotes have resulted. Here they be.

So, I'm asleep all comfy last night, when I randomly wake up to find out that my bed has been moved. I'm out of position. Askew, you might say. "Oh God, a massive gust of wind blew out my window and shoved my bed over," I think. I look down at the floor, and there are pools of water everywhere. In fact, it looks like large chunks of mud have been blasted into the room and have formed little islands in the midst of the water. In an absolute panic, I reach up and kick on the light above my bed. Click! Snap! Nothing. My bed hasn't been moved, my floor isn't wet. Everything's fine outside of the fact that I'm wierded out. Somehow I've let a dream extend into consciousness. Again.

This morning, got up, got dressed, threw on my work gear, hit the road, pulled onto Sunset Drive. Sunset's a crummy little road on the outskirts of Clay City that connects to the Highway. I call it crummy cause it has somewhat steep sides, several pot holes, it's not very wide, and (this is the important part) when it rains enough lit pools of water collect on the road. So, I've barely pulled onto Sunset, and one of these pools of water are right in front of me. For some reason, instead of barrelling into it, like I normally would, I decided to skirt the edge of it. Unfortunately, another car was coming from the other direction. I did some quick mental calculations and decided that I can swing out and back before our two vehicles met. So I did. No sooner than I'm back on my side of the road that I realize that the other car is a COP CAR. So, I played Chicken with a Cop this morning.