I was back home, driving a pickup trick that I'd borrowed from a friend. It wasn't the truck that they usually drove, although it looked rather similar. It was yellow, and smaller than most pickup trucks, plus it ran on hydrogen fuel cells.
I drove to my old high school and talked to my former drama teacher, who was adamant about me talking to the student directors and such, presumably so I could help out with their production while I was home for the summer.
When I went to leave the school, it seemed to look more like an old military base; I thought it seemed rather Russian in design. I took a wrong turn and had to cross underneath a very rickety water tower that was also forming a bridge across two muddy sides of a crevasse. When I crossed it, my truck turned into a bicycle which I maneuvered around the structure. While I was under the water tower water rained down heavily.
I then continued driving on the road that I thought lead away from the base. It was a very bad road, having four unmarked lanes for traffic going both ways; there was no median. I didn't see any other cars on it however. Thick grass had also sprouted up between the lanes. I continued to drive, but at one point the car's hydrogen-fuel-cell engine couldn't take the steep include of the curve, and so I was forced to turn around.
When I got back to the crevasse, the water tower broke, and I was only able to gain a tedious handhold on the other side. I struggled up, throwing the clothes that I was holding onto the ground above me and scrambling up after them. There was an officer there wondering what I was doing. When I told him I'd thought this was the way out of the base, he informed me that the correct way out was indeed in the opposite direction. I then put on my pajamas which I had thrown up onto the ground; my other clothes had somehow disappeared.
Posted by Trevor Savage at June 10, 2007 2:29 PM | TrackBack