I’ve been taking some pain killers the past couple days because I injured my back at the driving range. I think they are responsible for the CRAZY dreams I have been having, and actually remembering.
I just woke up from one… and not having much to blog about lately, I thought I would share.
I’m visiting my mom in
So anyway… My dream
In my dream I was back in
There’s the problem right there. Since when do BP gas stations have a basement door? I walk up the stairs and into the hallway I open a bedroom door and think “oops! I must have opened an adjoining apartment door…” I walk farther down the hallway in search of the rest of the BP station… when it dawns on me that I’m in someone’s house. Just then a mean looking pug comes barking after me and I notice that I have woken up a fat bald man wearing a dirty wifebeater. I bolt out the front door before he notices me. I realize I have NO money with me, and that I have left my purse here in the room I’m staying in at my mom’s in Arizona so I can’t call a soul for help. I decide that I better get back to my car and drive home, I’m only an hour out anyway. I pat my pockets for the keys. Shit. I never took them out of the car. I start running down the highway, faster than all of the cars, in search of my car. I keep running and running and I start crying because I can’t remember where I left my car and it’s my only way home!!
… Then I woke up, called myself an idiot because I remember I left the car on the off ramp… then I laughed at myself. Then I wrote this… I better re-read it because I doubt it can actually be followed as a story.
It’s just a dream. They aren’t supposed to make sense.