The dreams had stopped for a couple of nights, although I had a couple last night. In one, I was in high school, I think, and participating in some sort of statewide competition in Montgomery. I wasn’t sure if we were driving there from Birmingham or Dothan until I asked the bus driver, who said we were coming for Birmingham. He didn’t actually know how to get to I-65 from where we were, so I was trying to tell him, but we got lost. In another, the brakes went out in my car, and I was coasting backwards, eventually colliding with some parked cars. I read later in the paper that there was a passenger in one who had broken his back in the accident. The cops tracked me down and shot out the windows of my car during a chase. They finally caught up, and I was arrested.