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Two Dreams That I Just Had
(1) I'm driving a convertible type car, and I cannot stop speeding, no matter how hard I try. It's impossible to go slow. I hit the bridge over the bay to get on I-88 (!?!) and suddenly the car starts going airborne, and it stays up there and stays up there and stays up there, and finally comes down. Instead of a horrible crash landing that wakes me up pre-maturely it happens to be a perfect landing except for the fact that I almost hit two people on ten speed bikes and I'm motioned to pull over on the other side of the bridge by a cop who tells me (get this!) that I now have to wear a speed bracelet/homing device. What does this device look like? An Adidas sock top. Yeah. No bottom sock part cause that would just be gross if you couldn't ever take it off, which you can't. He takes the time to cut the top of the sock off to fit around my ankle. And I'm complaining cause I just got these new shoes and having socks sticking out over the tops of them isn't really my forte right now. "Tough luck," this cop (dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and biker shorts) keeps telling me. "You messed up. You've got to wear it now." End of dream.
(2) I'm trying out for the Chicago Bears in the year 2005. Mike Tomzack is quarterback, and a bunch of people that I hated in high school are all the stars on the team, and, for some unknown reason, my parents have decided to come to the first team meeting with me and everyone is laughing at us. Also, apparently the team has been widdled down to just fifteen players. They are in desperate need of a place kicker, the exact position that I'm trying out for, except for the fact that Mike Tomzack keeps telling me that I'd make a great fullback. "You're just ... so big, guy," he says over and over again, and I have to grin and take it while my mom keeps telling me, "I told you you should've eaten more vegetables when you were younger. Now look where all that meat's gotten you ... a fullback!? Ha!" The team leaves to go have sex with their wives and girlfriends (apparently that's what they all seem to do between practices in the morning and practices in the afternoons) and I'm forced to go home with my parents and eat three bowls of cold vegetable soup. End of dream.
ps - apparently I never made the team
Two Dreams That I Just Had
(1) I'm driving a convertible type car, and I cannot stop speeding, no matter how hard I try. It's impossible to go slow. I hit the bridge over the bay to get on I-88 (!?!) and suddenly the car starts going airborne, and it stays up there and stays up there and stays up there, and finally comes down. Instead of a horrible crash landing that wakes me up pre-maturely it happens to be a perfect landing except for the fact that I almost hit two people on ten speed bikes and I'm motioned to pull over on the other side of the bridge by a cop who tells me (get this!) that I now have to wear a speed bracelet/homing device. What does this device look like? An Adidas sock top. Yeah. No bottom sock part cause that would just be gross if you couldn't ever take it off, which you can't. He takes the time to cut the top of the sock off to fit around my ankle. And I'm complaining cause I just got these new shoes and having socks sticking out over the tops of them isn't really my forte right now. "Tough luck," this cop (dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and biker shorts) keeps telling me. "You messed up. You've got to wear it now." End of dream.
(2) I'm trying out for the Chicago Bears in the year 2005. Mike Tomzack is quarterback, and a bunch of people that I hated in high school are all the stars on the team, and, for some unknown reason, my parents have decided to come to the first team meeting with me and everyone is laughing at us. Also, apparently the team has been widdled down to just fifteen players. They are in desperate need of a place kicker, the exact position that I'm trying out for, except for the fact that Mike Tomzack keeps telling me that I'd make a great fullback. "You're just ... so big, guy," he says over and over again, and I have to grin and take it while my mom keeps telling me, "I told you you should've eaten more vegetables when you were younger. Now look where all that meat's gotten you ... a fullback!? Ha!" The team leaves to go have sex with their wives and girlfriends (apparently that's what they all seem to do between practices in the morning and practices in the afternoons) and I'm forced to go home with my parents and eat three bowls of cold vegetable soup. End of dream.
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