One of the things I love about my family is that we seem to have the most vivid of dreams. I often giggle while reading my brothers recounting of his dreams because I too have dreams in such vivid and adventurous detail that it’s no wonder that I love to go to sleep, it’s like stepping into my own virtual reality film.
Last night was no exception.
For whatever reason I had had enough of living in Los Angeles and jumped ontop of a big rig diesel (sure it might have been optimus prime…it was red after all). I was actually steering the rig by moving my body side to side on the roof of the sucker, and we were hauling through traffic, bolting around cars down the I10 in arizona (I recognized the last rest stop before Casa Grande).
At that point I thought I might have more control if I could get into the cab and steer from there. So I scooted to the side and popped open the door. After several attempts of trying to get into the cab (You know cars careening by) I was finally able to hop in…to the back seat.
There in the front was some old dude with a Beard drinking a giant big gulp, welcoming me in for the ride.
I realize now it wasn’t me steering this thing but was in fact this hillbilly looking driver (which then made me think how stupid was I thinking I could move a big rig with the weight of my body).
He stopped the rig to get some gas and got out spraying gasoline all over the place before finally sticking the nozzle of the gas dispenser into the truck. He also had a giant bucket of meat.
“what’s with the meat?” I said.
“Long drive, gotta have something to eat.” he cackled
Good point.
I bid the guy farewell and decided I’d be better off stealing a fast muscle car, which happened to be handily available.
Soon, metal music blaring, I’m driving down the road at warp speed. I reach a small, somewhat deserted town and slow down as I pass through.
eerie.
Then cars and people start to appear out of nowhere. I realize at that point, because oftentimes dreams at different points fill in information you couldn’t possibly know, this town was isolated from the world. If you got in, you never got out. They don’t like visitors and tend to kill anyone that tries to disrupt their way of life, even if that person just decides to rumble through their town.
Suddenly things appeared to be more Mad Max than driving miss daisy. The music in my car turned up and I flashed a grin to my passengers (whom at this moment I can’t identify) and I put the pedal to the floor.
A giant monster truck came up to the side trying to clip me, a small tap on the brake had the truck cut to far without hitting me, flipping end over end, while I spinned the wheel to the right shooting for what appeared to be a dirt race track.
“Once on get on that, they’ll never catch me” I said allowed.
I’m pretty sure I was right. One look behind me and there was a legion of cars and trucks, motorcycles and people coming after me, but I hit a dirt jump and what can only be that part of my subconscious that longs to be a Duke boy, my car flew into the air with a trail of dust behind it and then boom
My alarm went off.
Good post!