Dream Log - Wednesday

Gas prices shot up, over the course of an hour, to $7.50/gallon.  For some reason, I was stuck somewhere on the border of Maryland and Virginia, but not in Washington.  Night was falling, and the goofy townsfolk were going about their normal shenanigans.  There was one fellow who had a normal sized trunk and arms, but legs only about four inches long.  He was trying to dance an Irish jig.  He had on a green suit and hat, but he wasn't really a leprechaun.