Middle of England heading North. The guy behind me had an artic. We arranged to meet at Westmorland - think that's the opposite of Tebay.
I was in front of him at a service station trying to fill a cow up with fuel. The eye didn't work so I was filling it up through the ear. I knew it wasn't right and then I woke up.
Analyze that Freud. There is absolutely no way you can analyze dreams. None.