Yep, I have just awakened from probably the most ego-boosting exercise for my nocturnal imagination EVER.
It does not involve sex. But it could, and I wish it had.
It involved this car, me in Miami, and showing everyone else how my cool car kicked everyone else’s cool car straight in the ass. I was the coolest person ever. I had the car that everyone wanted, and dangit, I let everyone know it.
I feel so special right now.
Just thought I’d share.
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I once had a dream that I lost my car in a parking lot - it was a HUGE parking lot, in the middle of nowhere, and I don’t know why I parked there, nor was I able to find my car after parking there. Anyway, while looking for my vehicle, I met Stephen Spielberg (who couldn’t find his car, either), so he and I decided to hang out. We eventually stole someone else’s car (hey, it was a big parking lot… they probably couldn’t find their car, either), and we drove off.
Stephen Spielberg was a very nice man.
I had a dream once that my friend and I (who were both were about 9 or 10 at the time) stole my neighbor’s car. I live in a cul de sac, and we crashed the car into the curb at about 5 MPH, about 15 feet from the owner’s house. Suddenly, my friend appeared, lying on the sidewalk crying, and wearing a vest with large black spikes sticking out, like the vest of an old WWF tag team (I think their name was Lords of Destruction or something like that.)
For some reason, I then broke into the house of the same neighbor I stole the car from. They were talking to a real estate agent. Who saw me and said “Who’s that?”
The neighbor didn’t see me, he was looking in the other direction, and for some reason assumed it must be Steve Urkel.
650 horsepower! Lucky you.
I have this recurring nightmare that I’m driving a rusty green 1978 Chevrolet Malibu Classic 4-door and suddenly the car starts falling to pieces around me and I come to a skidding stop on my rump.
For some strange reason I’m also naked.