Okay, I don’t know what is making me have all these weird dreams, but here it is…

I discover that when the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City was bombed, they discovered a gleaming metal tower inside that no one knew about. When they built the memorial years later, they kept the tower, but a park ranger told me, “No one is using it at the moment.” As I drive into the country to tell my wife about this, the road gets fuller and fuller of deer and rabbits, most of which appear to have been battered and deep fried. Eventually I arrive at a go-cart race track, where I race and finish first.

Would anyone like a crack at analyzing this?