transparent thesis dream

8/1/2010
I flew into Boston instead of directly to Providence because the tickets were cheaper. So I called Julie to see if she was around town, and if she felt like hanging out. She did, and I drove down to meet her at her house in a forested valley. There were no speed limit signs, but the scenic road there looked pretty much like a highway, so I kept my speed at what felt like about 60 mph. I drove for a while, thinking about my Ph.D. and, admittedly, zoning out a little bit. Eventually I was jolted out of my daze by the sight of a speed limit sign--30 mph.
"Fuck," I thought, and looked at the odometer. It was worse than I'd thought--I was doing 90. I started to brake. I noticed police lights in my rear view mirror.
I heard a roar to my right. Before I had time to react, my car flew over some railroad tracks, missing a train by milliseconds. I pulled into a scenic overlook parking lot and waited for the train to pass and the cops to come.