I guess I probably do every night, and just don't remember 'em...
The dogs were busy last night and I usually remember dreams better if I wake out of them.
Weird dreams, maybe.
I don't really know what other people dream about.
People don't talk about dreams, do they?
One was about me driving some pals to a party, maybe a bachelor party or something.
I think it was supposed to be Vegas.
We were rolling in my Crown Vic. A police car type car, without the lights. It had these pre-runner style bumper guards and bad brakes.
I don't remember much else from that one.
Another was me hanging out with some folks, including my dad, at some sorta car event.We were rapping with this dude in his booth/pits.
He had a 57 El Dorado convertible project and this battered Lotus sitting there.
Somehow it came up that the dude wanted out of the Lotus because it was beaten, tiny and so on...
So, I bought it for $200.
The dream then sorta transitioned into this long mechanical illustration of adapters to power it with a motorcycle engine, for some reason.
I woke up while looking looking at the connector for prop-shaft to transmission...
And I had one that was just a riding dream.
Sorta like a flying dream but low to the ground...
Just moving through space.
No comments:
Post a Comment