Dream last night: I am back in college, but for some reason I live in the executive suite in the dorm. It’s pretty nice – about three times the size of a normal dorm room, with large picture windows, mahogany desks, track lighting. I am upset when I discover someone at a computer in my closet, but soon become distracted. I am then seamlessly walking down the street, when a railroad car falls from above and lands not far in front of me. I run forward, looking up to see a huge, beige, spider-shaped rail car carrying machine. It is hundreds of feet tall, and is moving down the tracks, in my direction. For a moment I feel concerned that it might drop a rail car on me, but I then gather with some others near where the rail car dropped. It then seems to be Sunday afternoon in the summer in downtown Ada. We watch as the giant car carrier machine heads for a huge sliding door that appears to be the way out of town to the west. As the door starts to close, the machine speeds up and seems to be going at race-car speeds into the sunset.