So last night I needed a nap (it's hard to sleep when you hurt so much) and I set the VCR for the news and watched it at about midnight. Leading story? They found the boy -- his car was upside-down in the creek and he'd gone off the road at the end of the bridge (his bridge had cement sidewalls, mine had standard metal rails). After more than a week he'd managed to extricate himself and crawl up the slope and yesterday evening, a woman in the passenger side of a car saw him lying by the side of the road. The parents are being quiet about exactly how he got down there and when he was able to get free, but here's the story from the WashPost. Weird.
And then I had an interesting SF idea dream last night. I dreamed that I was the spaceship, I had a load of explorers, and we were heading for an Earth-like planet in another star system. We ran into a warning shield that told us we were trespassing and as I talked with it, I got live talk from the aliens to whom that system belonged. I tried to get the aliens to talk to my humans, but they insisted I was the superior species.