This morning I was browsing the news as I do every morning and read about the following:
Last week I was driving to Champaign to hang out with friends. I am, admittedly, a fast driver, especially on flat, wide open...
n. an image that somehow becomes lodged deep in your brain—maybe washed there by a dream, or smuggled inside a book, or planted during a casual conversation—which then grows into a wild and impractical vision that keeps scrambling back and forth in your head like a dog stuck in a car that’s just about to arrive home, just itching for a chance to leap headlong into reality.
(This would be a great title for a novel or essay about the phenomenon.)