This is a re-run journal. This journal entry was originally run in it's entirity on Apr. 14th, 2004...
BIKERS, HOT CHICKS AND DREAMIN...
I had the hottest dream last night.
I appreciate any and all interpretations.
I must watch too much TV cause this dream had all the elements of a horrible, trashy R-rated cable movie.
Heres me, average Joe, sitting in a dive roadhouse, out on the interstate, when three motorcycles drive up. Gang members? Who knows. But they are wearing the colors. Anyway, they look like trouble and the bikers chicks with them are trouble for sure. Their story is that they committed some nameless crime up the road, and now theyre on the run. Theyre in here cause they are hurtin for cash. So the three hot biker chicks get the OK from bar management to do some lap dances for the locals to raise some dough. Raise a few boners, too. Thats where I come in. These chicks are so hot, and Im the only one in the bar with any cash. So the three of them are working me over and Im trying to beat back the stares from the bikers. Now Im trying to figure out how to get the bikers arrested and end up with the hot chicks. The hot chicks are trying to make the bikers jealous so theyre givin it to me good. Im thinking that this dream may end soon, so I make my move to get the cops on the cell.
Im explaining to the hot chicks that they may be losing their boyfriends, but that I promise to take them to Vegas. That makes them happy
then the bikers and the cops turn into the Village People, the rest of us turn into sheep, and we all fly off to the moon on Harleys, and the dream pretty much ends there.
Soheres the thought Im left with when I wake up. Most times when I dream, the people are real everyday people who I work with, are friends with, or family members. Theyre always real people. But when I have a boner-ific dream, the women are never real people. They are beautiful hot chicks, but I dont ever recognize them from real life.
My sub-conscience is making them up! Isnt that weird? I dont dream about Gwen Stephani or Tyra Banks, I see people that for the most part dont even exist and that Ive never met. For days, I can see theyre faces plain as day, and I look for them, but I never meet these women.
Is that normal? Anybody else??
BIKERS, HOT CHICKS AND DREAMIN...
I had the hottest dream last night.
I appreciate any and all interpretations.
I must watch too much TV cause this dream had all the elements of a horrible, trashy R-rated cable movie.
Heres me, average Joe, sitting in a dive roadhouse, out on the interstate, when three motorcycles drive up. Gang members? Who knows. But they are wearing the colors. Anyway, they look like trouble and the bikers chicks with them are trouble for sure. Their story is that they committed some nameless crime up the road, and now theyre on the run. Theyre in here cause they are hurtin for cash. So the three hot biker chicks get the OK from bar management to do some lap dances for the locals to raise some dough. Raise a few boners, too. Thats where I come in. These chicks are so hot, and Im the only one in the bar with any cash. So the three of them are working me over and Im trying to beat back the stares from the bikers. Now Im trying to figure out how to get the bikers arrested and end up with the hot chicks. The hot chicks are trying to make the bikers jealous so theyre givin it to me good. Im thinking that this dream may end soon, so I make my move to get the cops on the cell.
Im explaining to the hot chicks that they may be losing their boyfriends, but that I promise to take them to Vegas. That makes them happy
then the bikers and the cops turn into the Village People, the rest of us turn into sheep, and we all fly off to the moon on Harleys, and the dream pretty much ends there.
Soheres the thought Im left with when I wake up. Most times when I dream, the people are real everyday people who I work with, are friends with, or family members. Theyre always real people. But when I have a boner-ific dream, the women are never real people. They are beautiful hot chicks, but I dont ever recognize them from real life.
My sub-conscience is making them up! Isnt that weird? I dont dream about Gwen Stephani or Tyra Banks, I see people that for the most part dont even exist and that Ive never met. For days, I can see theyre faces plain as day, and I look for them, but I never meet these women.
Is that normal? Anybody else??