"And IIIII will always love yooooooouuuuUUooohhh" is currently being sung/playing in my apartment and it is truly enriching. It fills my soul. Just as when I remember my dreams! Here's how my unconscious mind reacts to 1 am delusion filled with bath robes and One Direction and banshee dancing:
10-23-2011 10:30 ish
The first setting included a rather urban area with lots of roadways and tall buildings (similar to the train station near Jack London Square in Oakland). I was seen walking around this area by myself with luggage looking for a particular store or possibly a birthday party location. Maybe even a mixture of the two. Anyway, I finally discovered my destination, settled myself and began watching a t.v. show that appeared to replay itself for quite some time. Later on I went outside and saw that my cousin was standing near a very gigantic, very beige Chevy convertible with a red trunk reminiscent of the 1970s. It was apparently her birthday present, go figure. All her friends were squeezed in the car (maybe 8 or so), ready to go for a ride in the area. They were kind enough to ask if I wanted to join them, but there was realistically only enough room for about 1.5 people. Thus, one of the girls suggested I sit on the back of the car (where I would obviously fall off, stupid) so I declined the offer. For some reason I decided to jumped in the car next to the driver's seat (oddly assertive) although I knew my cousin had to fit . She managed to fit as well, go figure #2. As we settled ourselves, the scene immediately changed into an indoor speedway racing arena. Apparently we were entered in the current race. Judging by our surroundings, we realized the car was backwards on the course, so we turned around and started driving. The ride was EXTREMELY, extremely fast and thrilling, but something was definitely off. When I drove it felt similar to that of an animated car game one plays at an arcade, meaning the slightest move I made took me in all sorts of odd directions. Because of such mayhem, the car spun (maybe even flipped) at one point and finally came to a halt in a tunneled portion of the course. We were disoriented, partly because no other cars were passing UHgain and for the other simple fact that we were just in a car crash... SO, I managed to get out of the car, and either my belt flew off or was ripped off by myself, but at that moment I thought it appropriate to whip it in the direction we should go. That direction led us to oncoming traffic. Smart. Somehow we maneuvered our way out of the mess and continued driving. I suppose this was the dream's ending. Exciting, right? I like to think yes.
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