Last night I had a really fucking cool ass dream.
I dreamt that I picked up a customer right in front of Augie's downtown Minneapolis, and he wanted to go to DES MOINES, IA!
At first I was skeptical and told him right off the bat, "That's $740 on the meter, but if you really want to go, I'll do it for $700," adding, "But it needs to be all in advance."
"Alright," he responded non-chalantly and off we went.
"I need to stop by a cash machine though, and I'll get you yer money."
"No problem," I said and sped down the bus lane to head to the SA on West Grant Street and Lasalle Avenue right outside of Downtown.
Things were sort of hazy, in the dream, but I remember something about on our way to the gas station, he told me that maybe he'd also like to go to Colorado, and then Montana as well???!!!
I was going to be rich... That was going to cost him literally THOUSANDS of dollars!
I was super stoked, but my dream got more and more hazy. As we made small talk and drove, I remember hearing some pounding and weird crashing noises coming from... somewhere. You know how it is in dreamland. There are just wierd feelings and shapes and noises that are entwined with the dream- all of the indescribable unable to be explained by words alone. Theses noises persisted throughout my dream as I struggled to follow the conversation I was attempting to have with my customer.
As the banging and crashing got louder and louder, my dream faded from the vivid luminosity shared with the feelings of excitement of such good fortune to the dull grayness combined with confusion and lack of any sort of coherence... Until Suddenly I jumped up from my sleep completely disorientated and heard, "What the FUCK DO YOU WANT!" being yelled at the top of someone's lungs...
I realized then that the crashing had stopped, and that not only was I awake, but the voice I woke up to was my own.
Someone was literally trying to brake into our house during my dream, and my shouting caused them to flee.
I somehow uncousciosly realized someone was at our door, fiddling with the handle and told them to fuck off- All while still being asleep.
I got out of bed and checked through the peep hole on my porch door to see if anyone was still there. No one was there, but the sensored light outside was on, meaning someone within the last minute was in our yard and had set off the light... Probably as they were fleeing.
Nothing was broken, and after staying awake for about a half an hour more to be sure they didn't come back, I drifted back to sleep.
Oh yeah... And I also got a new Futon Bunkbed to sleep in!!!! HELL FUCKING YEAH FOR FUTONS BUNKBEDS!!!!
I dreamt that I picked up a customer right in front of Augie's downtown Minneapolis, and he wanted to go to DES MOINES, IA!
At first I was skeptical and told him right off the bat, "That's $740 on the meter, but if you really want to go, I'll do it for $700," adding, "But it needs to be all in advance."
"Alright," he responded non-chalantly and off we went.
"I need to stop by a cash machine though, and I'll get you yer money."
"No problem," I said and sped down the bus lane to head to the SA on West Grant Street and Lasalle Avenue right outside of Downtown.
Things were sort of hazy, in the dream, but I remember something about on our way to the gas station, he told me that maybe he'd also like to go to Colorado, and then Montana as well???!!!
I was going to be rich... That was going to cost him literally THOUSANDS of dollars!
I was super stoked, but my dream got more and more hazy. As we made small talk and drove, I remember hearing some pounding and weird crashing noises coming from... somewhere. You know how it is in dreamland. There are just wierd feelings and shapes and noises that are entwined with the dream- all of the indescribable unable to be explained by words alone. Theses noises persisted throughout my dream as I struggled to follow the conversation I was attempting to have with my customer.
As the banging and crashing got louder and louder, my dream faded from the vivid luminosity shared with the feelings of excitement of such good fortune to the dull grayness combined with confusion and lack of any sort of coherence... Until Suddenly I jumped up from my sleep completely disorientated and heard, "What the FUCK DO YOU WANT!" being yelled at the top of someone's lungs...
I realized then that the crashing had stopped, and that not only was I awake, but the voice I woke up to was my own.
Someone was literally trying to brake into our house during my dream, and my shouting caused them to flee.
I somehow uncousciosly realized someone was at our door, fiddling with the handle and told them to fuck off- All while still being asleep.
I got out of bed and checked through the peep hole on my porch door to see if anyone was still there. No one was there, but the sensored light outside was on, meaning someone within the last minute was in our yard and had set off the light... Probably as they were fleeing.
Nothing was broken, and after staying awake for about a half an hour more to be sure they didn't come back, I drifted back to sleep.
Oh yeah... And I also got a new Futon Bunkbed to sleep in!!!! HELL FUCKING YEAH FOR FUTONS BUNKBEDS!!!!