Looking at the squib below, it occurs to me that "I fell off the Rock of Gibraltar"

scans perfectly with "My Bonnie lies over the ocean."

A propos de rien.

Dream Journal 3/30/13

An odd snippet this, in the little piece of sleep grabbed occasionally between the 0400 dog-tending rise, and a more sensible (0500) time to engage with waking life. It involved a farm conveyance of some kind, with a flat bed and a steering wheel mounted ahead of the bed, with a hand throttle and brakes that made the front wheels turn hard left. We (a wife was present, and though I don't remember getting a good look at her, I'm pretty sure she was my real wife) were promised a gleaning opportunity in some farmer's cornfield. We started out in the whatever-kind-of-wagon-it-was, confident that we knew where the cornfield of interest was. In the first leg of the trip out, I rode on the flatbed and the wagon seemed to propel and guide itself. Then I discovered the controls, down and in front, so I mounted down there and drove. I turned it down a dirt road and realized I had no idea where we needed to be going. The road was through woods and we came upon a group of kids - adolescents and pre-adolescents, say between 10 and 14 - I don't know how many of them; mixed boys and girls, perhaps a dozen of them but again not sure because I don't remember actually seeing them in the dream, more overhearing their conversation. Then I saw a car, perhaps a 1950s or 60s station-wagon but not identifiable as to make or year, with a large treelimb on it, roof caved in, windshield broken. I'm driving this wagon/tractor conveyance and I hear one of the boys saying to one of the girls something about "I'm a full-grown adult male and I don't need..."

It was at this point that my dreaming self started getting a little lucid and realized that whatever was going on in this dream, it wasn't going to wind up pleasantly. Then the five o'clock alarm went off, and rather than hit the snooze, I was glad to be rescued from that particular dream.

How odd that I felt that way; nothing bad or threatening had happened, really, but the dreamed components of that particular setting and circumstances made my dreaming self uneasy, and I was glad to be out of there.