I dreamed last night I ran my car into a lake, a pit hole actually. It was the car I had in college. I intersected with people i hadn't seen in 30 years. Pretty cool. Pit holes are lakes created by strip mining for sand and gravel. We used to ride through the ballast pits on weekends in high school and get chased by the night watctman, a fellow by the name of Coletrane, in an old Chevrolet truck.