Dream Fragment

From the end of a dream this morning, just before a loud noise outside woke me up -- a cell phone conversation between a lost driver in Upper Marlboro and someone trying to help:

"Have you managed to get onto Rt. 1 South?[*]"

Yes, but now my car is pointing the wrong way."

"What? How did you manage that?"

"Well, I got frustrated, so I decided to change the granularity of the directions."

[*] In the dream it was clearly US 301, a divided highway, but both speakers referred to it as US 1 in one of those bits of random dream inconsistency.