saaaaaiiiiling, takes me away (and smashes me into bits): a story 'bout a crazy dream
first, dawson made me think of this.
now, i had this dream last week. this is how it all shook down (also a great 'mats record):
the wife and i are on vacation. i don't know where exactly, but there were rivers and mountains and beaches. kinda like the harpeth river if it were in the rockies, if they just happened to be in panama city (minus the skanks in airbrushed tshirts).
i had this scuba diving contraption. you know, the kind that you hang onto when you're scuba-ing that has a little motor that pulls you through the water? well, mine was special. not only would it pull you through the water, it would pull you through the air. like a rocket. so here i am, tear-assing around the harpeth mountain beach, doing all kinds of cool tricks: barrell rolls, flips, dive bombing shit like it's my job. i'm zooming through the trees and the beaches and skimming along the rivers like one of those fancy nature imax films. and then it happened: i forgot which way to hold the rocket scuba thing to go down and which way to go up (i know that makes me stupid, but it's a dream, so screw off.). so i'm wanting to go back down to the ground, but i'm pointing the thing the absolute wrong direction. so i just keep going higher and higher and higher until the ground looks like i'm in an airplane. i finally figure out what's wrong, but i'm more scared about going down than i am about being up there. but go down i must, so i start going down and then...i forget which little button is for "fast" and which one's for "slow." so here i am screaming toward the water, both literally and figuratively, unable to stop because i can't figure out the damn controller! all i could think to do was to make myself really, really straight and to think really skinny thoughts so i would not be smashed into bits when i hit the water. i guess i survived the touch down, because i woke up and had to go drink some orange juice (and take a leak) before i could fall asleep.
i think the meaning of that dream is that i'm crazy.
4 Comments:
Or it's just telling you that if someone ever comes up with one of those flying contraptions that you drink some orange juice first (and take a leak first) THEN fly it.
Vivid dreams like that are super crazy. I've had tons of them lately. Except mine are about plane crashes, fires, and bad guys.
I agree...I bet if you had relieved yourself before bedtime, it wouldn't have been that hard to fly it.
maybe you ladies are right...but i wake up soooo thirsty. i don't go to bed thirsty. maybe i could just keep some oj by the bed. but then i'd knock it over trying to be in my dream. i'm really, really, against the idea of a sippy cup.
i got a fever...and the only cure is...more orange juice.
okay. sake and orange juice. no, not at the same time.
Hooray for the 'mats.
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