Night of September 27-28, 2009

I remember being with Mama. It was a windy day and we were looking at a large flagpole on the building at the beginning of Saint Andrews road. It was partly hydraulic so it could absorb the stresses of being pushed around in the wind. The flagpole turned into a massive construction crane and we found ourselves at some docks with a river. The crane had to operate a draw bridge. While we and some other strangers watches the crane, it picked up a huge bundle of I-beams and began to swing it around. It loaded them onto a truck which drove around up some large scaffolding made for vehicles towards the river. It rounded the corner and was going so fast that it leaned off onto one side of wheels. It went out of sight for a second then, after going off a jump at full speed, flew over the river. The road it had to land on was elevated and the truck could never had made it. The truck smashed into head on obliterating the cabin and, inevitably, the driver. No one could believe what had just happened. It was getting dark and a large spotlight illuminated the driver's floating body. A lady was already calling the emergency number so I put away my cell phone and woke up.