Dream On.

I had a strange dream last night that I would like to share with a psychologist. But since you are the closest thing I have to that, here’s what happened.

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I was in a big field with my parents and a good friend of mine, and there were three four wheelers. My parents took one, and my friend and I were going to hop on one and take it, but Dad said we had to take both so his friend – who we were meeting later – could drive one back. It was very important I guess. So we both jumped on one, and started driving. Everybody drove on ahead of me, and my bike started spitting out black smoke. By the time I reached the end of the field, I was barely moving at all. So I got off the bike, and was going to start pushing when pedals popped out from underneath…I didn’t know where to go, so just started pedalling, and ended up in the middle of the woods. I knew I had to fix my bike and it somehow came to me that I needed to go to this house I knew in the woods, where my scientist friends lived. So I pedalled until I saw this huge purple Victorian house in the

middle of the woods. I knocked on the door and three people answered. Their faces were all black and their hair was all spiked and blown back like an explosion just happened. They were also dressed like roosters, which is interesting. One with just the tail feathers, one with just a mask, and the other with rooster feet. These weird rooster people took my bike into their laboratory thing and tried to fix it, and then sent me on my way. I drove until I got to the main street in my hometown, where my bike failed again so I had to start pedalling (not sure why a four wheeler has pedals but, we shall continue).  Couldn’t make it up the hill to Milltown – you SS folks know where I mean – so I just quit. Let go of the pedals, turned off the key, and rolled backwards, stopping at the wharf. That’s when my friend called me and woke me up. So, there you have it. 1, 2, 3 Analyze!