Let me tell you about my dream.
First, let me tell you that I almost never remember my dreams. I remember having them but almost never know what they were. One thing I remember about them is that I'm often slightly awake. Or I think I'm awake because in addition to the dream itself I'll also be offering third person commentary on the dream from outside the dream. Or maybe the commentary is just part of the dream as well.
I've been getting rid of some of my excess stuff lately and last night dreamt that I was cleaning my storage unit. I had moved a few boxes when I noticed a large, satiny purple laundry bag on the back of the shelf. This is where the 3rd person me would say to the dreaming me that the shelf is only 18 inches deep and there is no "way back" to the shelf.
I didn't recognize the enormous bag. I pulled it off the shelf and loosened the white drawstring. On top was a duffle bag that I removed and ignored. Beneath were blankets and towels that looked familiar but were not mine. Both blankets were crocheted. One had straight red, white and blue stripes and the other had straight yellow, orange and white stripes. They looked familiar because my mother crocheted me a blanket with yellow, orange and white zigzags and my grandfather one (which is now mine) with red, white and blue zigzags. The towel had an image of a green panther on a black background. As a kid we had a set of promotional towels from Sprite, which featured a green-hued pink panther and surfboard imprinted on it. Then it hit me! This laundry bag was given to me by a friend for "safekeeping". I was amazed in the dream at how eerily similar her blankets and towels were to mine.
That was the extent of my dream as far as I can remember. So, if your initials are SAD and you're from one of the lesser-known Heights towns east of Cleveland, and you're missing an imaginary laundry bag filled with blankets and towels that look a lot like my blankets and towels and a duffle bag that I did not open, rest assured that they are still being kept safe in my dreams.
Back to the subject at hand. On the two-hour drive from Aberdeen to Forks you're pretty much driving through a wall of trees. Well, it's a wall where the trees haven't been clear cut. For about 10 miles US-101 runs near the coast so I stopped for a while at Ruby Beach where there was plenty of driftwood and sea stacks.