355. Flying home through a storm, he tried to string catnaps into a dream. The big car floated down the street as he sat back in the leather upholstery and lightly gripped the steering wheel, hot, humid air blowing in the open windows and jazz music blaring from car speakers. The road stretched endlessly in this reverie and he realized he was going round in circles. His dream was so terribly boring and tedious that he woke up.