Dreaming an 18-wheeler
When was the last time I dreamed about a truck?
That’s right.
Never. Never in my natural life.
Until last night, when I dreamed about one not too different from the picture here. I distinctly remember polishing its grill and then sitting in the cab, wondering if I should name it Ilsa or Claudette.
That’s Claudette, as in Colbert.
Yeah, it’s pretty damn weird, I know.
You should have named it Optimus. ;)
Didn’t Stephen King write a story about a demonic truck?
Hmm, I dunno. A demonic car, I think — Christine, yes? — but I’m not sure about a truck. This truck, however, looks like it wants to transform into a giant robot and kick some Decepticon tail. ;)
You’re thinking about the short story Trucks he wrote, which I think was the title. It was made into the not-so-bad movie Maximum Overdrive with the great soundtrack.
Dreaming about trucks…makes me want to find an online dream dictionary and figure that one out. Maybe you’re feeling the need to cross some state lines?
Maximum Overdrive! That’s it. I never read the story, nor have I ever seen the movie (can’t say the same thing about Christine…that was one of the first King books I read), but I seem to have some weird image of a demonic green face on the grill?