My friend Michelle called this a "stress-out" dream:
I'm driving to work on the usual route - headed toward I-10. As I turn off of Crystal Springs and onto Chaffee, I notice that the landscape topography has changed. There are trees along Chaffee Road, much like a tree-lined road leading the way to a Southern Plantation.
The canopy of the trees shades the road. This is nothing like the Chaffee Road I remember.
The trees extend on along the East entrance ramp, and on both sides, and in the median of I-10.
But as I drive enter the highway, I notice something moving in the trees.
Giraffes.
I see one, then I drive on and see two, and on further there are more - scattered about one or two hundred feet.
But the further I drive, the more there are, and they seem to be in larger groups.
And they are struggling in the trees. They have their legs wrapped around the tree limbs, holding on for dear life!
As I drive on I see them start to fall. One by one, falling out of the trees and onto the highway.
People are trying to avoid hitting the giraffes, but some are being hit, and although many of them are able to get up and walk away, they are all being injured.
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