I have the weirdest dreams. Last night, I was driving along a road. Not a normal road, but a kind of yellow brick road with very high sides. Which isn't surprising; some crazy friends and I all changed our avatars on FB last night to Wizard of Oz things; I was the Tin Man, because I have no heart. But I digress.
So. Driving along this road, with other people in the car. And on the left there was another road higher up, coming in the opposite direction. And on that road was a big truck kind of thing, with those tank roller conveyor belt wheel things. They were very big, and I could tell instantly that this tank thing wasn't very steady. It's center of gravity was far too high, and it was traveling far too fast. See? Even in my dreams, I remain cognizant of such things.
Anyway, I realized suddenly that this tank was going to tip over on us. There was nothing I could do; I was trapped on the yellow brick road with nowhere to go. I braced myself and the thing fell over on us, crushing us. I woke up terrified. And crushed. And smooshed. And then relieved that I was not smooshed.
The stupid thing? The tank was made of Lego.
The world's heaviest Lego.