Showing posts with label driving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label driving. Show all posts

Sunday, April 10, 2011

In my dreams I ride in a school bus, hear Todd Carey and want Chick-fil-A...

I vaguely remember the first part of this dream...I was at a movie theatre, but then got picked up by a friend and proceeded to get into the school bus/winnebago thing he was driving. Inside said vehicle were his kids and a whole bunch of their friends. Meanwhile, his kids and their friends are all grown, one of them is even married in real life, but there they were, inside this vehicle...let's just go ahead and call it a bus.

So he's driving, and his daughter is in the passenger seat, but there's a seat between, so I slip in and we start to go. I attempt to sleep, but it's futile. I chat with his daughter for a while then move to the first bench of seating and pull out some crazy notebook that's long and skinny and has various activities/tasks on it...like games you'd play when you're on a cross country road trip or something. I'm just sitting there flipping through it and then I hear a Todd Carey song coming from the boys behind me, and they're asking who sings it, and I'm telling them It's Todd Carey and am stunned that they're listening to it and more stunned that they like it. Because these are boys who like hip hop and r & b. But I go with it as the song plays.

Then as it plays, my friend's son starts talking about the lyrics to another Todd Carey song, asking if they are, in fact, from a Todd Carey song, and again I'm stunned and I'm like, "Yeah. And how do you even know that song?" And he just smiles and laughs and I have a new appreciation for him and his friends. 

At some point, my friend leaves the driver's seat and goes to the back of the bus to talk with the girls sitting back there, and no one's actually driving but we seem to be staying on the road. I reach into my bag and pull out my laptop and open it like I'm about to do something sneaky, which of course I'm not, but I open it and the boys are asking me all kinds of questions about it, but I'm sort of ignoring them, then end up closing it and putting it back in the bag.

Meanwhile, my friend's daughter decides she better take control of the bus because, in fact, we are about to go off the road, so she moves into the driver's seat and I sit in the passenger seat and neither of us are clear why her dad hasn't come back up front yet. 

We pull into a town and it is now clear that we're in Wyoming. Well sure. And there's a Chick-fil-A, but we don't stop, and I'm instantly bitter that there are no Chick-fil-A's where we live, but it's a short-lived bitterness as we keep driving.

Finally her dad comes back up, and takes over the wheel, and something's up, but we're not sure what, then we learn that someone has spent $80,000 and there's no money left and now we have to find out what happened.

And then...I woke up...And that my friends, is my own personal crazy.

Friday, March 19, 2010

In my dreams, I drive crazy and take care of babies

I have no explanation for any of this...but it's what my brain created overnight...

Dream sequence one: Driving a mini and parking it in the tiniest enclosed garage I've ever seen in my life...backing up far enough to make the back doors of said garage come open, then pulling it up and manually closing those doors. Why? Who knows?

Dream sequence two: Driving an old-school SUV, like a Chevy Blazer or something through a very narrow street which could have been a sidewalk and almost driving it off a cliff; the SUV literally balanced on its nose for a second while I yelled to a guy standing in a store right next to the occurring event and asked for his help. By the time he came out, I'd managed to get all four tires back on the ground, but he got in anyway and then we just drove around.

Dream sequence three: Friends had a baby and for some ridiculous reason they asked me to take care of it while they were away, and not just for an evening, but for days. Another friend was there and he was helping me, and then it was a different couple and a different baby, and then there was a cat.

I think that final segment is what finally woke me up because there's no way in life anyone would ever ask me to take care of their baby for more than an hour. I can't figure out if I need more sleep, or just better sleep, but man, these dreams lately are insane!

Welcome, once again, to my own personal crazy...