I'm driving home from Matt's house, which in this case seems to be north of here, perhaps in Washington, around an hour away.

Just after crossing the river on the freeway, in the center of Portland, I see a dog in the road. It's just sitting in my lane, the slow lane, and I manage to steer around it, but as I pass by I recognize that it is Matt's dog Fozzie!

I take the first exit, turn around and get going the other direction on the freeway, all the while trying to call Matt and tell him what is going on. I'm trying to get around to pick Fozzie up, but I get tangled up in freeway exits on the east side and can't find my way back. In my mind I can picture that when I finally get back there, I will find him to be hit by a car.