It was somewhere in California, I think, or maybe a composite of there and here and just about everywhere I've been or lived. The seashore was right against the road. I had parked a gray SUV with the front wheels exactly where the water's edge stopped. There were houses inland, in the distance. The seashore was icy and had tall sharp rocks poking upward. Suddenly many other people began pulling cars off the road and parking where the surf washed against their cars. I warned them to back up, but they ignored me. I walked up to my car and got in, backed up (it would only go in reverse!) and went down the road along the coast. It was very cold in the car. Suddenly, just like that, I was shopping in a store that was packed full of women. I saw a shelf of canned cat food. It was marked at a dollar a can! (I was pleased this past week - Friskies was down to 40 cents a can, a dime less than recent price.) I handed a can to a woman who was about a foot taller than me. She smiled and her front teeth were missing. I started running and she chased me out of the place. The scene had changed again and we were running through a forest. She was right beside me and screaming. I looked over my shoulder and there was a pack of some kind of wild animals chasing us. I tried to run faster but my legs wer tired and sore.

Then I woke up and had a cramp in my right foot.

I think it may have been the pot roast?