Last night I dreamt I was racing in a half marathon. Kind of a goofy "through the woods", in a mall, and urban mix trail. In the dream I'm running well and actually in third place with the finish line less than two miles away.
Their are two runners in front of me. I'm plotting my strategy to overtake them for the win.
Then, outta nowhere, this Rubenesque gal in a Cadillac is driving slowly next to me as I run. She's gazing at me with bedroom eyes. She deliberately allows her coat to slowly fall from one shoulder to reveal her breast.
She's persuading me to join her in the Caddy and abandon the race. Of course I don't. I've got to more fuckers to crush in this race. She's says she'll wait.
Then, as is typical, the alarm wakes me.
That dream had potential for two happy endings and technology ruined them both.
Their are two runners in front of me. I'm plotting my strategy to overtake them for the win.
Then, outta nowhere, this Rubenesque gal in a Cadillac is driving slowly next to me as I run. She's gazing at me with bedroom eyes. She deliberately allows her coat to slowly fall from one shoulder to reveal her breast.
She's persuading me to join her in the Caddy and abandon the race. Of course I don't. I've got to more fuckers to crush in this race. She's says she'll wait.
Then, as is typical, the alarm wakes me.
That dream had potential for two happy endings and technology ruined them both.