A20

When a fever breaks, my dreams take on a repetitive hue. So, even when I get up for a rest break, I immediately returned to the scene of the crime (which in this case is, “What happened to Santa Claus”.)

The police were involved, too, since a similar thing had happened the Christmas before. The road they were tracking was the A20. I was allowed to see a map of the area. Then, another A road showed up, this time the A80 in Scotland. Hmm. Sounds like my ancestry heritage.

Eventually, Santa was found safe from harm, hiding out in a farm house. He’d just taken a break from his nightly duties and lost track of time. By morning he’d returned to his sleigh and flew back to the North Pole.

Getting a book about lucid dreaming may have been the trigger. My cold breaking may have been the real reason for the escapade. Hopefully, that’s the end of the story.