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July 23, 2009

I Wish I Had a VCR for My Dreams...

By: The Dude on the Right
If I'm psychic, I'm gonna need a new car transmission, but at least I'll have a broken pen. You see, sometimes I dream when I sleep. I know, we all dream, but sometimes I remember my dreams, very vividly in fact. At times I can figure out where my mind came up with the stuff in my dreams, other times I can actually put myself in a state where I know I'm dreaming and then be able to control my dreams, but other times I just let out a big "That was weird" when I wake up, or when they are in a foggy haze I say, in the immortal words of a dude named Aric, "I wish I had a VCR for my dreams." As it were, last night was another night where I remembered my dream, and even though I did let out a "That was weird," in the grand scheme of things, the dream didn't involve me flying, falling, or a tornado coming at me, so that was nice. But if my dream shows my psychic side, it looks like I'm going to need a new transmission, or maybe it is time to just buy a new car, or get a new pen.

As the dream started, to my recollection, I was in the dude-mobile with my brother, I was trying to pass a car going too slow, but my engine would just rev louder and louder, like it was stuck in first gear. At this point I realize my car won't shift gears, I'm never going to get enough speed to pass the car, but as I pulled over I found myself in the driveway of a mechanic's place, similar to the old days when your gas station had two bays to fix people's cars and the only food stuff you could buy was on a rusty old potato chip rack and pop from a machine instead of a convenient store to buy a 55 gallon drum of pop. Alas, the mechanic looked at my car and told me the news I already figured - that my transmission was shot, and it would cost me $3,000 to fix it. Low in funds I started to well up a bit with tears, but then it occurred to me, "Why should I spend all of that money on a new transmission when I could just finance a new car?" The owner of the shop seemed to agree with me, but sadly they only sold used cars at this place, and they didn't seem to have anything that would suit my fancy.

Now in a better mood I told my brother we were going to head home, although it might take a while because the dude-mobile could only safely go about 20 miles an hour, but then my brother disappeared as I went to get my car, which was now parked in a dark lot, with only a couple of lights, although there was an outdoor basketball court with a pick-up game going on. Seems simple enough that I should head to my car and head home, only I was petrified nervous because I feared the kids playing basketball were all in a gang because they were all wearing baseball caps tilted to the side. I hastily made my way to my car, fumbled getting my keys out of my pocket, and then all of a sudden the basketball got loose, headed my way, and I dropped my keys as I got the ball and gave it to one of the dudes playing ball. He said "Thank you," gave me a broken pen, and then I woke up.

So, whether I'm psychic or working through, in my head, a fear of having a broken pen, in the end I like dreaming, and my recollection of this one was pretty decent. Next time, maybe it won't be so, but I'm thinking I might want to change my request for a dream VCR and shift it to the 2000's, wondering if someone could make a TiVo for my dreams.

That's it for this one!  I'm The Dude on the Right!!   L8R!!!

Posted by Rightdude at 5:38 AM | Comments (0)


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