> At some point, a few of us reached a gas
> station or something. There was a guy (an
> attendant?) standing outside dressed in a weird
> outfit. He saw somebody who was walking with
> me (it was either my brother or Randy, but I
> don't know) and accused him of being some sort
> of enemy. I somehow knew that this guy was
> locked in some sort of fantasy in his mind.
> Anyway, he was delusional...

Man, it sounds like you may have met another Rinker in your dream and not realized it. Think about it! A gas station attendant...weird outfit...confrontational...locked in a mental fantasy world...delusional...ALL these things describe one Darien K. Dreamweaver!!!

Gri"poking fun and hoping fun doesn't poke back"shny