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So I'm driving with my grandfather and my sister and Duffy, even though my grandfather died before Duffy was born. We're driving through the streets of Atlanta, or the suburbs outside of Atlanta. I don't know why. I can remember in my the dream thinking maybe I should be driving and not Grandpa. He kept changing lanes without signaling and cutting people off and people were honking at him.

He asked about a road that had a gate on half the road blocking you from turning left. As he was looking at that, he drove off the side of the road, and we flew into open space, just spinning in the air. I could feel in the dream the gravity go away as the minivan floated in the air. But then somehow the minivan loops around, boomerangs back onto the road and rolls down the side of the hill and ends up at the bottom of the hill with people watching as we get out of the car.

I remember yelling at my sister to call the police and then a man, a man from the Kids in the Hall, comes up and steals our newspaper. We ask him for help, he runs away, across the street. I see him running, I see him pass people that he could be asking for help, I see him pass a phone booth that he could use to call the police. He keeps running towards a building in the far distance and in the dream I yell, “Mark McKinney is a coward!”

And of course, because with #ThePark, you act out your dreams sometimes, I woke up to myself screaming at the top of my lungs, “Mark McKinney is a coward!”

I doubt I have endeared myself to my neighbors on this cruise. Maybe I should get a little magnet for my cruise ship door that says, “I scream random things at night. Don't worry about it, it's just #ThePark.” Or maybe something like, “If you hear me shoutin’, don’t worry nothing ‘bout it.” I could be making this part of the whole wacky cruise ship door vibe.

Apologies to Mark McKinney.