Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Then, after a big milk-truck had gone lumbering slowly up the detour, I backed the van down, opened the rear doors, and threw all the road cones inside. ... Then I banged my head on the van's undercarriage and saw flakes of rust silting down. ... and every twenty minutes or so I had to repair to the van to get out of the blowing sand and rest ... ................
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