Car Dream
Today I woke up. That in itself was an accomplishment since my wind-up alarm is clearly too challenging for me to set properly each and every day because it never goes off. I was apparently in an ultra deep sleep because Josh's horrible alarm, that always wakes me up by stopping my heart in the morning, went off for a while as Josh wasn't in the room, and I barely awoke. In my dream, I was driving my civic and I came to this intersection in the future. On this intersection there was this project under development: some super fast trolley or train. It's worth mentioning that my dream narrator told me this project was very costly and the first of its kind, but the revenue it generated from research, grants and use was greater than the GNP of small countries. So ahead of me I see all these cars trying to get through the intersection, and as they cross, this super-fast train comes along and demolishes their cars one-by-one. This happened almost every single time until it was my turn to try to cross. So I gunned it to try to make it and then there comes the train. I turn and brake, and the Civic, being the maneuverable piece of Japanese workmanship that it is, stopped enough so that I didn't die, I just got clipped by the train/super-car system, and it spun me around and I could drive away. "Wow!" I thought. "I made it through that, unlike all those other people." But I don't drive very far when, to my dismay, I learn I have to cross it's train tracks again. So I try crossing it and I get completely destroyed but I manage to bail out of the Civic just in time and escape with my life. My car is completely crumpled and flies into the air. It is so compacted by the train that it is the size of a football and I catch it as such. As I muse at how compact it became, officials come at me saying I've had an accident and must hand over my license. I try to explain that my car is no more anyway, so I don't have anything to drive and there's no point in taking my license away. They don't believe me and I stiff arm, clutching my football-sized civic under my arm, and run through them. At this point Josh is in the room with his horrible alarm of deathness, saying sorry it was going off for so long.
So where did this come from? The Civic-driving clearly came from my experience driving keith's car yesterday, the intersection has to be how I feel heading into every day (like I'm going to get hit by a train once I wake up), the police taking my license away is from the Fifth Element(which I read as Nick's explanation for one of his dreams yesterday), the compact car is how I feel my car would perform in the collision, and my trouble with the authorities believing me probably came from when I walked through the metal detector in Philadelphia a couple weeks ago, it didn't go off at all, and a stone-faced angry black guard immediately commanded me to go back through and empty my pockets (even though I hadn't set it off and had nothing in my pockets), like I was a terrorist. That moderately pissed me off how stupid it was to have 9/11 style security around the Liberty Bell, b/c what kind of terrorist targets a Bell? I mean, seriously. Somebody is going to enter the building with a gun, a knife, a rocket launcher...and is going to attack this 1776 cracked piece of bad metal-working? Well, our government apparently thinks it's worth protecting by building this big-ass building around it and hiring a dozen guards to protect it. A waste of government spending say I, then again, so is food for our great president. Anyway, I walked into that tangent like it was my business. So ends my tale of the car dream. I have to say, this dream isn't typical at all of what I usually dream about. Usually they're awesome, adventurous dreams that are exciting to tell, and hot women abound, and I do amazing things. This is why I love to dream so much! This dream of driving a car is rather mundane by comparison, and I'm a little disappointed by it, but heh, what you gunna do?
Lastly, I would like to assert that when you wake up ten minutes late and only give yourself ten minutes to leave in the first place, it results with imminent lateness, a feeling of "ugh..I don't like class," thoughts of going back to sleep, and then utter sluggishness while getting dressed and walking to class. If you saw me going to class today, you would have seen my hat and coat on, zipped tight, eyes tired and glazed as hell, staring at the pavement in front of me, and with a feeling of despair. For real, Genny saw me like this one day and burst out laughing b/c I looked so sad or tired or whatever she word she used. Interestingly enough, there were several other people late 10 minutes late like me. One girl burst out of the building door, a panicked look across her face of "oh no I'm late!" and ran down the hill. She was overweight, of course, and sprinted loudly with her feet the whole way down the hill. Gah! I thought. Egad! Learn to run a little quieter will ya? Those feet were pounding against the earth like a mallet on uncooked meat. A little to my delight, I looked up when it got quiet and I saw she was walking already, so out of shape was she. She could not only NOT run all the way to class, the short 10 minute walking distance it is, she couldn't run DOWNHILL before getting too tired. I mean, the first 5 minutes of walking is downhill, a seriously noticable decline in elevation going on here, and she ran for like 2 minutes. Actually, it is quite sad...pathetic, how out of shape Americans are. This other kid looked completely calm as he passed me on his scateboard and glanced at his watch. I far prefer his take on lateness. It was like he was late every single day by 10 minutes, and it didn't bother him at all. For me, it's like, I try to be on time, and I almost incessantly am, but if I'm late there's nothing I can do about it and that's that. It's not a big enough deal to rush and sprint to class. Anyway, I'm finally going back to sleep again for a bit since my next class on tuesday isn't until 740pm. Hopefully this dream will be far superior.
So where did this come from? The Civic-driving clearly came from my experience driving keith's car yesterday, the intersection has to be how I feel heading into every day (like I'm going to get hit by a train once I wake up), the police taking my license away is from the Fifth Element(which I read as Nick's explanation for one of his dreams yesterday), the compact car is how I feel my car would perform in the collision, and my trouble with the authorities believing me probably came from when I walked through the metal detector in Philadelphia a couple weeks ago, it didn't go off at all, and a stone-faced angry black guard immediately commanded me to go back through and empty my pockets (even though I hadn't set it off and had nothing in my pockets), like I was a terrorist. That moderately pissed me off how stupid it was to have 9/11 style security around the Liberty Bell, b/c what kind of terrorist targets a Bell? I mean, seriously. Somebody is going to enter the building with a gun, a knife, a rocket launcher...and is going to attack this 1776 cracked piece of bad metal-working? Well, our government apparently thinks it's worth protecting by building this big-ass building around it and hiring a dozen guards to protect it. A waste of government spending say I, then again, so is food for our great president. Anyway, I walked into that tangent like it was my business. So ends my tale of the car dream. I have to say, this dream isn't typical at all of what I usually dream about. Usually they're awesome, adventurous dreams that are exciting to tell, and hot women abound, and I do amazing things. This is why I love to dream so much! This dream of driving a car is rather mundane by comparison, and I'm a little disappointed by it, but heh, what you gunna do?
Lastly, I would like to assert that when you wake up ten minutes late and only give yourself ten minutes to leave in the first place, it results with imminent lateness, a feeling of "ugh..I don't like class," thoughts of going back to sleep, and then utter sluggishness while getting dressed and walking to class. If you saw me going to class today, you would have seen my hat and coat on, zipped tight, eyes tired and glazed as hell, staring at the pavement in front of me, and with a feeling of despair. For real, Genny saw me like this one day and burst out laughing b/c I looked so sad or tired or whatever she word she used. Interestingly enough, there were several other people late 10 minutes late like me. One girl burst out of the building door, a panicked look across her face of "oh no I'm late!" and ran down the hill. She was overweight, of course, and sprinted loudly with her feet the whole way down the hill. Gah! I thought. Egad! Learn to run a little quieter will ya? Those feet were pounding against the earth like a mallet on uncooked meat. A little to my delight, I looked up when it got quiet and I saw she was walking already, so out of shape was she. She could not only NOT run all the way to class, the short 10 minute walking distance it is, she couldn't run DOWNHILL before getting too tired. I mean, the first 5 minutes of walking is downhill, a seriously noticable decline in elevation going on here, and she ran for like 2 minutes. Actually, it is quite sad...pathetic, how out of shape Americans are. This other kid looked completely calm as he passed me on his scateboard and glanced at his watch. I far prefer his take on lateness. It was like he was late every single day by 10 minutes, and it didn't bother him at all. For me, it's like, I try to be on time, and I almost incessantly am, but if I'm late there's nothing I can do about it and that's that. It's not a big enough deal to rush and sprint to class. Anyway, I'm finally going back to sleep again for a bit since my next class on tuesday isn't until 740pm. Hopefully this dream will be far superior.
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