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Feb. 5th, 2005 03:00 pmAnother week done.
Last night I had a dream that I wanted to drive past Robert's house and yell at it, maybe so that he could see the car I won in some kind of sweepstakes that I had signed up for while I was in Europe. It was the ugliest car, in my opinion, all pink and cream and chrome, but it was supposted to be the best and most expensive car in the world, and in immaculate condition, so I decided to just act happy with it, since I couldn't even get it painted another color because that would look silly and ungrateful and probably detract from the value of the car.
Then I became lost on the way to Robert's house, and 128th street somehow became rather hilly and forested, and the trees scratched up the sides of the car. And on the other side of the forest was a beach and a bunch of sand, which I think got in the engine and caused havoc there. I knew I was supposed to turn right somewhere on 128th--which by then was Airport Road, but I didn't remember where. So I asked the people playing on the beach. It wasn't much of a bother, because I was walking beside my car anyway... dreams are odd like that. But none of them knew Robert, much less where he lived.
And something happened that involved taking care of cows, but I don't remember what. I think I traded the car for one, so that my parents wouldn't get mad at me for scratching it up. I don't think I ever did get to see Robert. Or did I? I can't remember the end of the dream.
Last night I had a dream that I wanted to drive past Robert's house and yell at it, maybe so that he could see the car I won in some kind of sweepstakes that I had signed up for while I was in Europe. It was the ugliest car, in my opinion, all pink and cream and chrome, but it was supposted to be the best and most expensive car in the world, and in immaculate condition, so I decided to just act happy with it, since I couldn't even get it painted another color because that would look silly and ungrateful and probably detract from the value of the car.
Then I became lost on the way to Robert's house, and 128th street somehow became rather hilly and forested, and the trees scratched up the sides of the car. And on the other side of the forest was a beach and a bunch of sand, which I think got in the engine and caused havoc there. I knew I was supposed to turn right somewhere on 128th--which by then was Airport Road, but I didn't remember where. So I asked the people playing on the beach. It wasn't much of a bother, because I was walking beside my car anyway... dreams are odd like that. But none of them knew Robert, much less where he lived.
And something happened that involved taking care of cows, but I don't remember what. I think I traded the car for one, so that my parents wouldn't get mad at me for scratching it up. I don't think I ever did get to see Robert. Or did I? I can't remember the end of the dream.
