I'm at my parents' house, but it seems I can't walk, as though my legs don't work. I move about in a sort of wheelchair, which I have to rock to get it to move. At first I'm having a lot of trouble getting it to move, but I get the rhythm and make some progress. I go around to the front of the house, I think to have a smoke, but then I notice that my truck is missing.

I have a huge white diesel pickup, like my friend Jay's, and it was parked in my parents' driveway, but now it has gone missing. I can't even look for it with this awkward wheelchair, but there is a motorcycle in the garage, so I get on it. The tires are a little bit flat but I figure it'll be ok for this mission. I can zip around on it fairly well and look for my truck.

But I end up in another truck with my brother Dave, and we start driving the roads down below the driveway. I spot my white pickup in the trees and exclaim "yup, there she is..."