When you scan a bunch of web article headlines without actually reading and comprehending them, you get jumbled journal subject lines like this...

After a scary infant CPR and first aid class, I can look forward to an anxious weekend of being in fear of my total lack of parenting skills. Sweet.

On the good side, I drempt about careening down the highway in an 18-wheeler truck, only semi-successfully. It's nice to know that my skils in truck driving in my dreams are pretty much what I'd expect them to be in real life.

After my exciting truck drive, I got out of the vehicle, just in time for some electronics convention, and entered a booth looking for a particular computer connector cable. Throughout my dream, the type of connector changed, and at no time was it actually a real cable that has ever existed. But I knew in great detail what it was. Go figure.

As I walked through the booth, the lights were going off, as the convention was ending and people were leaving. But at each turn, the booth continued, until eventually it must have been aircraft hanger sized, filled with cables and computer parts. However none of them was what I was looking for. After a while, I got concerned that I was lost, and wouldn't be able to find my way out of the area, and might even get locked in the convention by myself. Still the most annoying thing was that in all this stuff, I still couldn't find my cable. Eventually, a security person found me and helped me get out of the building.

My truck was still waiting for me outside though.

Some parts of of dreams are amazingly easy to interpert.