There I were, driving to a place I thought would be nice for a day trip.
The road was narrow and followed a path high above a wide river.
I pull into a small settlement, with lots of people out enjoying the view.
I go from this idyllic scene to utter chaos. Somehow I lose my phone but in my hand there was this broken phone which was not mine.
I had no idea where I was so asked a lady sitting on a bench what suburb I was in.
“I mind my own business” was her terse reply.
“You are not wanted here”
Well I thought. Might be best to get out of this unfriendly place.
I thought if I rang the phone the owner might answer!!!
So I did hit dial and someone answered,
“I think I have your phone, how can I get it to you?”
She said "I am in Los Angeles, can you bring it to me?
“No, I can not get there, I am in Australia”
So I get back in my car and discover there is no accelerator pedal nor brakes but the car begins rolling as the road was steep.
Approaching a bend in the road, with the picturesque river in view, I use my feet as brakes, a la Fred Flintstone.
This had no effect, the car was gaining speed, the bend was upon me, the left hand wheel were skirting the road shoulder.
No way was I going to navigate this bend.
I woke up.
