My favorite thing about dreams, other than occasionally being able to fly, is how I never question the logic of what is happening while in the dream, no matter how insane it is. And I don't mean Salma Hayek falling for me*, but how the scenario can gradually change without phasing dream-me** at all. We've all had this happen, but what brings it up? Last night's rather insane dream.
It started at a friend's in Nacogdoches, watching the Big Game (but not the Super Bowl). Which big game? Excellent question, I have no idea. But it was a Game, and it was Big. So there. We ran out of beer, and I volunteered to go on a beer run. 2 of the guys (men, but unidentified) joined me in my '88 Honda Accord (which I sold in 2003 and probably is now dead). When we got to the first stop sign, the Accord was no longer a car but a tricycle. But everyone fit -- I think it had dual seats behind the normal seat. We saw a female friend (known, but won't be identified for her sake) walking to the party, so we picked her up. She also fit on the tricycle, which surprised no one. At her recommendation, we opted for the Kroger farther away, for reasons that were unclear.
By the time we got to the main street, I was no longer pedaling, but just "walking" the trike -- the third passenger somehow prevented the pedals from working, yet we didn't get off and walk. The other three rode while I waddled along, slowly moving the tricycle. When we got to a major uphill intersection (which doesn't actually exist in Nac), I made everyone get off because going uphill was too much, and we left the trike and just walked. At this point we looked at each other and said, "We should have gone to the closer grocery store. And taken a car."
Dream-me needs to plan ahead better.
* Clearly, she would.
** Different from dreamy-me, who I am told doesn't actually exist
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