I am riding in strange automobile vehicle with a woman. The vehicle looks like a huge white stone man, and it walks us from place to place. Instead of a head, the vehicle has a rough stone couch and the woman and I sit upon it. I am on the left and she is on the right. The couch does not remain steady atop the vehicle, and we have no seatbelts to hold us in, so we have to hold onto our respective arms of the couch to keep from plummeting about 200 feet to the ground.
The vehicle walks along the path of a river. On the other riverbank, a train runs around a bend. In the river, an old-fashioned riverboat plows through the water. As we watch this scene, we realize that the train and the riverboat are racing, and that the train is winning and thus proving that modern technology trumps the old.
Our perch atop this vehicle is too precarious to continue, so I suggest we stop and dismount. The woman with me doesn't want to stop, but we end up telling the vehicle to walk us to a low classic California ranch. We climb down the vehicle and walk into the house.