I got and broke a pump for my 3 liter Camelbak in the same day. Okay, well, the same night. Okay, it was a dream.
There was only about 30 seconds of the dream, as far as I can remember. My wife and I were filling my 3 liter Camelbak, no doubt about to go on a hike. I switched on the pump and it filled. Then, once it was filled, I switched it off. It didn’t stop. By that, there was no time to react. My wife was upset that I didn’t do something though, but I’d switched it off. What else could I do? It over-swelled rapidly, like a balloon, and exploded. That’s when I woke up. My first thought was a slight depression over the accident. Then I remembered that the pump didn’t exist, nor would it.
After all, even as big as a 3 liter Camelbak it, it fills in about 3o second in a bathtub. Why buy a pump? It would take more time to hook up than it would to fill.
Just something my brain did I guess. Dream brains are odd things.