Yet another dream where I'm driving on a major motorway, but I don't know which one. Traffic backed up because a tanker truck painted red and black was positioned diagonally across the lanes of traffic.
Woke up, laid in the dark, then went back to sleep.
Now I was in the basement and the door to one of the rooms was open. Being a dream, I walked inside and saw the room was remarkably spacious. In waking life the room is probably eight feet by ten feet with a six foot ceiling, yet in the dream the room was very long. In fact there was a step-down which granted more headroom to the dweller and vistors. At the far end was a door leading outside to a bright spring day.

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