I’m driving north on 101 into San Francisco with Sadie the dog in the back seat. We’re somewhere between Rt 280 and Cesar Chaves when I see a 30 ft high breaking wave of water moving at me like a runaway freight train! I’m not going to make it to the next off-ramp! No escape! I have to think fast! I floor the gas pedal thinking “Maybe I can just plow through it, surf right over it!” The wave and I collide. I’m nearly engulfed but achieving a little forward progress with traction on whatever the wave is carrying below me. In a few moments the water has moved past me. The freeway is now paved with rocks and boulders and I’m stuck on top of one of the boulders. I look around to check on Sadie, expecting to see her on the floor. She’s not there! Terrified I leave the car and go to look for her. Now I’m on Haight street which is lined with three and four story Victorians with shops on the ground floor and apartments above. A tour bus, painted white with black spots and a giant fabricated cow head on the front, is coming down the street too fast. There’s an old man driving, leaning forward over the wheel. He makes a slight turn at the intersection and drives right into a store. Glass shatters and shards of wood are flying as the cow head bursts through a window on one side of the corner and then out the window over the sidewalk on the other side. The old man backs the bus out carefully, makes a 45 degree turn and then drives into another shop across the street. A wall and two more windows shattered and the cow head sticking out over the other sidewalk. I pause wondering briefly, “anger, dementia, or performance art?” Now I’m downtown. I raise my eyes up towards the sky and I look with calm curiosity at a young man and woman rappelling down the Transamerica Pyramid. They move in little poofs of dust that sparkle like diamonds in the sun light. They are dancing angels on ropes against the clear blue sky. Suddenly there’s a soft punch in my side just below my ribs. I know that punch. It’s Sadie poking me with her nose, telling me to wake up. I open my eyes and she slaps her big wet tongue across my face. As I wipe my face she looks at me with her soft brown eyes and wags her tail. I’m awake and I am loved.