Work-mares.

I've been having waaaaay too may dreams about work.

Some old guy yelled at me for the tunnel fee, saying he was a veteran, and G-dang it, and he didn't think his rig would fit through our twisty turny tunnel.
a) I don't work at Zion. b) the tunnel at Zion is straight.

Then I had another dream that someone gave me a napkin full of change and when I opened it to count it, it was a whole bunch of poisonous snakes and lizards that crawled up my sleeves and pants, and I had to stand still while people cut my uniform off.

I'm also sick of selling the annual pass in my dreams. I do that a lot too.