7/26/05
My family, some friends and I were on a wharf of some sort.  It was a big cement loading area on the edge of a large body of water.  We actually had a house there and lived on it somehow.  Our house was right on the water, but instead of a lawn and landscaping though, we just had cement, like a loading dock or something.  My dad (who passed away a couple of years ago) was there with us, which was pretty awesome, except he wasn't like his old self.  Now he was nervous and kind of clumsy.  We were all just hanging out and talking, during which my dad had tripped and fallen on his face a couple of times.  Then our house just tipped over and fell into the water.  As it was doing so, we could see my dad on the other side of it with a forklift.  He didn't know how to operate it, so the forklift was out of control.  As we're watching our house sink into the water, I ask "does anyone know where Lucas is?"  We realized then that he was in the house sleeping.  We jumped in the water to try to reach him, but we knew it was too late.  What a terrible feeling to experience right before waking up.

01/07/05
#1: Some friends and I were supposed to go to a woman's house and fix a few things for her that were vandalized or something, in exchange for her paying us.  When we got there though, one of my friends began making whatever repair needed to be made worse than it was before instead of fixing it.  There was a little spray paint on a few things, so he grabbed a can of spray paint and covered them even more.  A screen needed repair around the seams, so he tore it further instead of fixing it.  A board had a crack in it, so he split it entirely.  At first I protested, but before I knew it I was helping him.  Then the woman came home, and I stopped and tried to explain to her somehow, but he just kept on going.

#2: A bunch of friends and me were hanging out at this big rental house of some sort.  An individual owned it, but people rented out the rooms from him.  The only friend I recognized was my old high school friend Nathan, but my brother Steve was going in and out with his friends too.  We were sitting in the living room, that was set up kind of like a bar, with a wall of windows facing the street, parking lot, and vehicle entryway.  Then a slightly pimped white Honda Accord with black rims tears out of the driveway without even stopping to look at the street for traffic.  While nobody hits him, several motorcycle riders, including a cop have fallen off their bikes and were now rolling in the street in pain, with blood and open wounds on various parts of their heads and/or bodies.

10/31/04
I was arriving at the beach with some old friends, including Nathan (from high school and shortly after).  As we drove by a couple who was walking in the other direction, they looked at our car and smiled.  Nathan said that that was Mike Sandeman and his wife. With blonde hair hanging down over his ears, I didn't even recognize him.  So we found a spot and stopped the car, and after getting some pizza from the incredibly large pizza banquet buffet, I saw him again, sitting down in some chairs that were set up to watch a show of some sort.  Not having seen him in many years, I ran over and started trying to talk with my mouth full of pizza, but it was to no avail as my words were indistinguishable.  So I mumbled "wait one minute" and held up my index finger.  Then as I walked off I turned around again and repeated the statement, along with the finger gesture.  He said "ooookay" and looked around in his sarcastic way that seems to ask "does anyone else think this guy is an idiot too?"  Then after he turned to look forward and I started to walk away again, I came back to his other side and repeated, this time staccato, "one minute" and with my face still full of pizza said "then we can hug and hump", and I made pelvic thrust motions before going away to finish what was in my mouth as well as get some more pizza on my plate before.  By now he thought I was stark raving mad, but I was just feeling dorky and was looking forward to spending some time to catch up with him.

10/23/04
I was with my brother and my dad, and it was quite a few years ago as my dad was alive and my brother was little again, maybe around 8-10 years old (I'm 11 year older than him).  We were in the country somewhere, with dramatic natural terrain of hills, bridges and rivers.  It seemed like the time of year was fall, where most everything was brown or at least not budding and growing, but the temperature was still comfortable.

My dad was there to visit someone, or some other specific reason, while my brother and I were wasting time, just hanging out.  We were following a train track through the area, only the track was a lot smaller than normal, only about 2 feet wide.  Also, every few dozen feet we were through another separate area of the terrain.  First a valley, then a river, then an area with a house or two, then a field, etc.  As we were on a curve in the tracks, we heard a train whistle.  Realizing we needed to get off the tracks immediately, I found there was severely uneven and unstable ground on one side of the track, and a large drop off on the other.  If we went further down the tracks in one direction, then it would be over water for a little ways, but in the other was a bridge.  The whistle kept blowing, getting closer.  There weren't many options, I was responsible for my little brother, and I was pondering the situation with much anxiety when I woke up. 

2/22/04
Amanda and I lived in a trailer park, where all of  the trailers were bright white and they all looked alike.  Also, they were lined up perpendicular to a river.  A wide sidewalk ran along the length of the river as well, between the water and the trailers.  Scattered between the rows of trailers were occasional shops or stands of various sorts.  The odd thing was the large number of alligators that still called the river, as well as the riverbank, their home.  There were so many gators that it was actually difficult to walk, thousands of them.  They weren't tame by any means either, just extra mellow.  At any minute though, they could just turn and bite you.  Well, Amanda was getting out of work and our child (in the dream) was getting out of school.  I wanted to pick them up to make sure they would be safe.  I was jumping between any items I could find, in order to avoid stepping between or close to the critters below that could eat a foot in the blink of an eye.  At one point, I was actually flapping my arms slowly and willing myself to fly, but it took a great deal of concentration and effort, and it tired me quickly.  I picked the two of them up and was trying to either carry them or place them down in safe places one at a time until I can go back to get them and make progress toward our house in stages.  I was thinking "Why don't we have a mass alligator hunting season or something?  This is ridiculous."

In a separate dream, I was in a large classroom, where a woman teacher was explaining something.  Someone interrupted her by standing up and making some smart-ass remark.  He was still standing and seemed to be seriously distracting everyone with his attempt to draw attention to himself when I loudly said "I have an idea.  Why don't you sit down... and shut up."  He looked at me and seemed to indicate that he might be stepping over to me for a possible conflict.  I wasn't worried at all, but he sat back down and I woke up.

1/28/04
Amanda and I were going for a jog is Casselberry, where we grew up.  On our route, we saw my Aunt Rosary in front of a house of theirs, one that isn't their house in real life though.  We stopped to chat and get a drink of water.  For some reason, when we continued jogging we kept the water glass with us.  When we ran past their real house, we saw Uncle Larry out front and returned the glass to him.  He told me to place it in the middle of the floor of their guest house (which they don't have in real life either).  By the time I got back to where Amanda and Uncle Larry were standing, my cousins were standing there with them too.  After chatting for a minute I realized that my dad was there talking to my uncle.  When he was done talking I asked him how he was feeling, then thought to myself "he's not supposed to be alive, so even if he's feeling crummy, he's still doing pretty good comparatively.  My brother showed up too, carrying a bag of fast food.  He was complaining about being shorted a burger, ordering two but only getting one.  He and my cousins were all kids again, quite younger than they really are.  There was residual water all over the place, resulting from a recent rain.  My dad was hanging out by the street, slightly in the outside lane of the turn that runs past my uncle's house.  I was thinking that it wasn't a good idea, but knowing that he wasn't even supposed to be alive, I thought that maybe he's not susceptible to everyday hazards, but that he was setting a bad example for my brother, who was hanging out too close to the road as well.  All of the cars that came around the turn though, were just veering to the inside lane like it was normalcy.  The last thing I remember is talking about possibly running for some kind of political office.

1/26/04
I was standing in a field that looked like it had previously been used to grow crops of some sort, but now was barren except for weeds and some sparse grass.  I could see a man on the opposite end of the field.  He appeared to be biting into the short end of a large rectangular loaf of bread.  In the middle of the bread though, you could see little hairy legs sticking out.  As he bit down, the creatures that were inside squeezed out of the sides and tumbled onto the ground.  They were Blue Crabs, only they were bright lobster red in color.  Scuttling away, they hid in the grass and weeds and quickly began to multiply at a rabbit-like pace.  Later, Amanda and I were at home, only it wasn't our current home and we lived close to the parent's house of my old roommate, Jon Marsden.  He was over there and invited us to come over to watch a movie.  As we were nearing the house, a bunch of crabs scuttled out and down the driveway, right past us.  When they opened the front door, we could see crabs under the tables, couches, and every other hiding place that they could find.  Their dog and cat were chasing some of them down and chomping on them.  Jon's mom told us that despite their efforts, they can't kill them as fast as they are multiplying.  I though, that's all well and good, but there's no freakin' way I'm going to sit in there and watch a movie, waiting for some big, red-colored Blue Crabs to come scuttling across my chest.  So instead we sat in the garage, hanging out and talking on a bunch of couches.  At this point I can see that Jon's mom was really my distant friend Giovanni's mom.  Then the lights in the garage went out.  It was completely pitch dark.  We could hear someone come in the garage though, from an outside door.  They were in a hurry, and running right toward us.  Jon's dad said "someone must have broken in".  Then we heard the person running circles around the couches that we were sitting on.  He was breathing loudly and making a weird grunting noise with each step.  Then I could faintly see his shadow, slightly brighter than the darkness that surrounded us.  I stuck out my leg as he ran past with the intent of stopping him and telling him to get the heck out and slap him around if necessary.  But he ran right through my leg.  It was a ghost of some sort, and at that point I lost all of my bravado and cried out to God.  Then I awoke.

1/20/04
Very scattered memories. - Mountain biking with John Cusack (the actor) around some city. - I was also in a war, similar to what I imagine Vietnam was like.  I snuck across a rice paddy to knock out (or did I kill them?) a couple of Asian soldiers.  Then behind some door was an American family that I freed. - Hanging out with my old middle/high school crew.  Mike, John, Nathan and I were just chillin on some couches in someone's den.  We were all telling jokes and cracking up hysterically. - Also, in the morning Amanda said I snuggled up with her in the middle of the night and told her that I'm the king of the road.

7/23/04 - Present
Since my dad passed away, I occasionally have dreams about just hanging out and doing stuff with him.  Usually waking up is bitter sweet, because It's sad knowing that I can't really spend time with him, but glad to have felt like I was for a little while.

5/11/03
I was in a hospital room of some sort.  The person we (my mom and I?) were there to see wasn't a family member.  When the patient sat up to say hi to us, my mom said she looked familiar.  I explained to my mother that she was Charlize Theron, a well known actress.  Immediately after that, some well known actors came in to give their regards and well wishes.  The only one that stands out at the moment though, is Ray Liota.  He started telling stories about making movies, and most of them were pretty violent and twisted.  Somehow, we concluded that he was demon possessed, and we began to exorcise him.  The first step was to hold him down, which it took two other men and myself to successfully accomplish.  Although I don't remember it very clearly, I think I just ordered the demon out of him in Christ's name.  What happened next was pretty vivid though.  The evil spirit began to try to find someone else to possess.  It seemed to crave or need someone to be in/with.  It went into one guy, a younger man with a beard, after which his mouth opened, his eyes bugged out, and his body bowed in the middle like he'd been hit in the chest or stomach.  I stated loudly to this next man "Come out of him!, In Christ's name!"  or something like that.  The spirit then left that man and sought another victim.  It was then that I woke up, and saw the shifting, translucent, fiery head/figure of the spirit, in front of the wall by my bed.  I calmly told him "Get out of here.  You have no power over me, or in this house."  I then felt him leaving and the form fading away.  But a chilling ugliness remained.  I looked at the clock to see that it was 5:40am.  I wasn't going back to sleep easily, so I figured it best to get up to pray and spend some time reading the Bible.  

12/21/02
For some reason, there was a place that I lived or frequented that felt evil, or there was something wrong with it.  I found pastor Steve in a large retail store, similar to Super Wal-Mart, but bigger.  He either misunderstood me, or was already performing an exorcism at this store.  To do so, he took a pop-top from a soda can, and placed it on the ground at the crossing of a couple of isles.  He then looked at it carefully, along with the angle to everything around it, then moved it a few inches.  He began to speak very briefly, saying something about "In Christ's name I redeem this place".  Immediately following these words, a loud howl was heard from all around us, but no accompanying wind could be felt.  Afterward, we walked around the store a little bit.  It felt so peaceful and friendly, 100% non-threatening in any way.  As we walked around more, we found an area with many tables lined up.  On most of the tables were men lying down on their backs.  They were salesmen and clerks of the store, along with a customer or two.  All of them were out cold and in the exact same position, as if there were lined up by someone else.  I realized that they were all previously possessed, and were now unconscious after the demons left them from the exorcism.

Amanda and I were at some sort of country fair.  On the outskirts of it, a small show was about to begin.  A man was speaking in the middle, with 10-20 people surrounding him.  I noticed a guy across the circle that had pissed me off for some reason.  So I went up to him and said something like "you got a problem with me?" and was about to push him when the man who was presenting said "I remember you both from last year.  Are you trying to become part of the act?"  He was referring to Amanda and myself.  Remembering that last year, we had made some silly comments while he was giving his shpeal, Amanda responded to him with in a smart-alecky way, then started running away.  It was just for fun though.  Several guys started chasing her, but couldn't catch her.  She was laughing while she was running, just goofing around after all.  Seeing that their friends couldn't catch her, more men started joining the chase.  It was then that I realized that if they catch her, they could very well be caught up in the frenzy of the chase and rape her, especially since there were so few girls present to begin with.  I then started to walk toward the direction in which she was running, hoping to intercept her either to coax her to slow down and start calming everybody else down, or just to protect her in the event that I would need to.

7/4/02
I was wearing work clothes for a restaurant-type job with black shoes, black pants, and a white shirt.  A race with my old co-workers from Starburst was in progress.  I was passing everyone through a barn/farm type obstacle course, over wooden fences, through mud and grass.  I could just keep on going without even getting tired. 

6/6/02
My friend Giovanni and I were watching a live mixed martial arts (MMA) competition with Ken Shamrock (a legendary Ultimate Fighting Competition (UFC) and MMA competitor) fighting against an opponent whom we didn't recognize.  We were surprised when the unknown competitor won the event.  Afterward, we went to the winning fighter's room to congratulate him.  It was aboard a large boat, perhaps a cruise ship or an excessive yacht.  Out of the blue, Giovanni asked him if he wanted to pray with us to accept Christ.  He said "sure, why not".  So we prayed with him, with Giovanni speaking some Hebrew at the end (he attends a Messianic Jewish church).  Afterward, the guy shrugged his shoulders as if to say "ok sure, whatever".  Just then, the boat lurched violently, throwing Giovanni and me out of the room's window.  We were clinging to the side of the ship when it rotated 90 degrees so that the side we were clinging to was now facing upward.  It then continued to turn over, doing several barrel rolls with us still hanging on.  A fleeting thought of "I wonder if that guy really accepted Christ just before his possible death?" passed through my mind.  The rolling of the ship eventually slowed down and floated on its side so that we were on top again, but now was headed toward some tree tops that were sticking up out of the water.  Apparently the water had headed inland with the force of a hurricane, covering houses, trees, etc, but through all this crazy wind and waves the sky had been sunny and seemingly calm.  The vessel finally starting slowly sinking, at which point I suggested we jump off and head for dry land.  The water was now mostly still and we were very close to land.  When we were able to completely remove ourselves from the water, we looked at each other and started laughing hysterically because of what we'd both just lived through.

5/31/02
My sister was hanging with a bad crowd.  We were both younger, maybe in college.  I was riding my mountain bike around, near where she was hanging out and waiting for some of them to arrive.  I then overheard one of her "friends" planning with another one to do something bad to her (mug, rape?).  So I waited in hiding, then rode up just as these buttholes were starting to act in a threatening manner.  In fear of my wrath, they ran off.  My sister (I don't think is was Caryn, although she's my only sister.  Weird) then surprised me by expressing only anger at me, for spying on her.  I shrugged off her lack of appreciation, then departed.  I knew though that the guys I ran off, her supposed friends, were going to try to reap revenge by ganging up on me.  I wasn't worried about that, seeing as there were only five of the punks, but I suspected they would gather weapons as well, and a stray shank (metal object) in the kidney is a lot more to worry about than getting hit by a stray fist.  So I called up some of my friends for assistance, guys I knew I could trust to watch my back and do some damage.  They would wait for me outside the super-duper market (I don't know what the name of the place was).  The store I am referring to was large enough that the local school busses, when not being used, parked in rows inside of it.  It was a Wal-Mart Supercenter, and then some.  I had to ride my bike through it to get to the front of the store, where my friends would be waiting.  As I was doing to, out came the punks.  They lunged at me from the sides of the isles.  I'm riding my bike and dodging their violent efforts, as well as the store displays, hoping I could either make it out safely or my friends would come inside looking for me.

5/29/02
I was in some sort of physical education class.  One of my old class mates from grade school, named Bryan, was there.  Our coach told us to run a course which he had laid out around and on the beach.  During this run, a few people accidentally went off of the course a couple of times.  When we had completed the run, we reported back to the coach, who informed us that we had to run it again because of the individuals who strayed from the course.  Toward the end of the second run, I tried to sprint to the finish.  I wanted to come in first place, but I couldn't get enough speed to do so.  I was pretty winded by that point, so I ended up coming in fourth place.

5/27/02
A group of people and I were on the outskirts of a very dismal city, trying to cross a series of train tracks which ran through the city.  When doing so, the trains appeared very quickly, almost instantly.  They did so at different times, on different tracks, and from different directions.  It was like being in a live game of 'Frogger', only with trains instead of cars.  Occasionally, I would see one coming when someone else didn't and scream a warning to them.  When we eventually made it safely to the other side, the trains stopped coming.  While some of the people besides me made it, I'm not sure if all of them did.  There, a black vinyl coated metal chain link fence prevented us from completing the crossing.  It was really more like a mesh as it was all one piece, with bigger holes than a normal fence.  It also ran along the ground a couple of feet inward, sloping toward the tracks.  I almost stepped on it when a girl informed me that it was electrified with enough power to easily kill me.  We all had to walk between the tracks and the fence in order to finish the crossing, to a spot where a road crossed through them.  Once off of the tracks, I walked into the city.  There I found a job with some other people distributing Christian flyers, which were on blue 8 1/2 x 11 paper.  A couple of the guys I was distributing them with also worked at Campus Crusade for Christ.  They started talking negatively about Amanda's co-worker and running partner Karen.  I verbally chastised them in her defense and they then apologized.

5/17/02
I was in an above ground house, with the driveway and car port being underneath the house.  The dirty walls of this lower level were painted with a mural of some sort.  I was either moving into it, or just sorting through old boxes of items that were never unpacked after a previous move.  In these boxes I found Vicky's (my sister's friend) and Jenny's (Amanda's friend) prom pictures that we were supposed to give to them for some reason.  I was going to tell Amanda, who had a friend over, about the pictures I found but was interrupted by her dad.  He didn't look like her dad though, more like our friend Becky's dad.  He came over to us and started cursing at her.  I yelled at him, then apologized and asked him nicely not to curse at her.  Then a few moments later, after I had returned to looking through the boxes in the next room, I hear him yelling "Pee on me Amanda, pee on me!"  I said "What the f--k?" and got up to give him a good piece of my mind.

2/21/02
A bunch of friends and I were walking around town in some big city where we lived.  A thin man with large, deepset eyes and a thick brown mustache skateboarded by us, wearing a plaid shirt and a brown hat with a brim.  He looked slightly middle eastern, or maybe hispanic, it wasn't really clear.  Someone (or was it me) said that they knew who the guy was and that he had been abandoned as a child.  Basically, he'd grown up on the street.  He attempted to make a right turn on the skateboard but wiped out into a pile of discarded wood, in front of us by only a few feet.  Most of our gang was laughing loudly at the incident.  As the guy looked up at us, you could see years of hurt in his eyes.  He started cursing at us, but not clearly, more like a jumble of words with a couple of curse words thrown in.  The head of our gang (or was it me again, looking at myself from the outside) walked up to him and said "come 'ere (with a NY accent)", repeating it as he got closer.  The guy was now quiet and very reluctant.  When they were close enough, our friend reached his arms out and hugged him, saying "it's alright" in a tough-guy, NY accent kind of way.  From our vantage point, we could see the guys face over our friend's shoulder, surprised and relieved, but more confused than anything else.  Having been abandoned, he had never recieved any affection from anyone.  Our friend knew this and wanted to show him some love, some kindness.  We left him and it was made an official rule that whenever anyone in our gang saw him, we were to say hi and to give him a hug.

2/7/02
I was hanging out with Nathan (a friend of mine since childhood).  We were both young and single again, chillin at his apartment, although it didn't look like anyplace that he had actually lived before.  Then Fred Durst (from Limp Bizkit) and a band member or two came over.  We all played video games and hung out.

2/2/02
Two for tonight.  I don't remember much about the first one, but what I do recall is very reminiscent.  I was working on replacing the tail light of my old Buick Grand National.  My brother was little again and wearing a baby blue one piece outfit.  My dad was still married to my mom and holding my little brother.  Short dream, but sweet.

The second dream was somewhere else, in some big, northern city.  I was with some friends, but not close ones.  In fact, I think they were from AMI Semiconductor, a company that Starburst (my employer) does business with regularly.  We were at one of their house.  The wife of the guy whose house it was, was also there, but she was entertaining guests.  One of her guests was her lover that she was cheating on our friend with, and he knew it.  Apparently they had been fighting for a while and they both believed that divorce was eminent, but she wanted it more than he did.  After a brief moment there, we all left the house on our motorcycles.  We had great difficulty navigating the streets of this city for a couple of reasons.  First, we weren't familiar with our surroundings, second we were all trying to stay together amongst the traffic, and lastly because there were so many other motorcycles on the road.  In fact, they made up the majority of the traffic.  We got separated several times, but eventually found each other again.  Finally, we went back  to the house that we had originally started at.  It was there that our friend (we'll call him Steve both to give him a name and because there is a Steve who works there whom it might have actually been, but it wasn't clear) asked his wife in a sad, defeated kind of voice if there was anything he could do for her and she asked if he could make a certain weird kind of meal.  While he was preparing it, she was (and this is odd, perhaps symbolic?) scraping layer upon layer of cold cuts off of the garbage can lid that had been caked on for quite some time.  She also began talking to him, opening up her feelings.  She said that if he would agree not to play video games any more that she would go back to him.  That she had been neglected for so long and etc.  By the time the salami was cleared from the can, their reconciliation was complete.  The end.

2/1/02
Some of my co-workers and some of my family members (I could only distinguish my mom though) were on a passenger train.  We stopped at a restaurant together.  We were all at a table by the window, with my mom holding a baby boy (I don't know whose he was).  We see my co-worker Brian outside the window, hesitant to come in for some reason.  We all motion for him and he concedes to enter.  Next we're all back on the train, but it's stopped on the tracks in front of an intersection.  While we're sitting in the front car, we have a perfect view of the scene almost like the car is made of glass.  Then we see two trucks coming across the tracks collide in the intersection.  We're all kind of stunned at this when a train coming toward us on the track parallel to ours derails.  It's skidding and looks like it's going to hit us, but it's tail passes itself on the other side from where our track lies and the front barely misses us.  Now everybody in the train is really shook up.  After a brief moment of shock, we notice directly above the intersection in front of us, there is an elevated track making a ninety degree turn.  It's direction is such that it's coming toward us, then turning to our right.  Well now another train is heading for us, this time from the elevated track.  It plummets from it's original path directly toward our train.  Sliding incredibly fast over an incredibly too short of a distance.  Everybody screams and panics, knowing it's final destination is to crush us into the collision of many tons of hot, twisting metal.  I grab the baby and try to make it out a window, but I can't make it in time.  My head is barely out of the car when I see the other train hitting ours, knowing then that we're all doomed to be a tangled part of the wreckage as miscellaneous pieces of strewn flesh.  Then I wake up, breathing heavy.

12/22/01
Amanda and I were lying in bed when we heard a knock at the door. For some reason, I knew it was going to be a home invasion. I went to get my gun, but for some reason I was still afraid. If I walked up to the door to see who it was, they would be able to see me because of the window next to the door. If I was able to walk up to the door without being seen, then I would still have to look through the window to see who it was, in which case they would then see me and either shoot me immediately or just kick in the door. I could sneak out the back door and around to the front to get a jump on them, but what if they looked through the window and saw me, then got the jump on me or just kicked down the door to potentially hurt Amanda. Also, if it wasn't a home invasion, then I would probably seem a bit paranoid sneaking up on some unsuspecting visitor to point my gun in their face. I don't remember thinking all of these things as actual thoughts, more like a swarm of feelings in the dream. I awoke thinking that I need to purchase blinds or coverings of some sort for the window by the door and maybe a little X10 camera for the entry way.  Or is that paranoid?

12/18/01
I was on a ship, in training (in the NAVY?). After boating around for a while, we came ashore. Many sailors and myself were sitting on the shore overlooking a body of water other than that we were boating in when I noticed a sports car float by. Then a woman in winter type clothes swam by after it. Arising curiosity, I moved forward to look closer. As the light shifted with the viewing angle, I noticed there were more cars in the water, submerged. Then as I moved around to the side of the lake where the sports car and woman were moving toward, I noticed even more cars submerged, in some cases stacked on top of each other on the bottom of this lake. Then, as I moved around the lake further, I noticed a road alongside it. The road led uphill as it drew closer to the lake, then turned away in front of the water. This led many people traveling even a little too fast to lose control, head off the road, and plunge into the water with their vehicle. The End (woke up).