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This dream I had.
Kind of like Dr. King's, but with more action.
I was feeling kind of strapped for content to share with you all, then, luckily, I had this dream.
It was late at night, and I was in a diner, a real old-fashioned diner in Northeast Minneapolis (where no such diner exists), when got the idea that I would take the train to Seattle.
I figured this would be a great surprise for Phoebe, as she and I (in the dream, apparently) were thinking about moving out there and I could take the train out there, get some housing info and take the train back, all in time to be home before midnight. That way I wouldn't be out too late.
So I started walking to the train station, which wasn't far. It was way up in the air, though, since these were trains that ran on some kind of elevated tracks, and the station was attached to a big tower, whose base was a few blocks away. I could see the lights of the station from the ground, shining in the night sky. I could see the tracks running out across the sky, over the Mississippi and over downtown, all lit up by searchlights.
Now this is where I get a little fuzzy. Between the diner and the station some sort of trouble started and I was running from some guys. Big burly guys, like the guys you'd steer clear of in a bar. Things were looking bad until Bill comes up on a motorcycle and tells me to get on.
It wasn't weird to see Bill on a motorcycle, I think he'd be great on a big cruiser, and it certainly wasn't weird for him to be there. No, what really bothered me was that the bike just didn't seem like a bike he'd have. It was way too tricked out; hardtail suspension, chopped forks, a ridiculously teardrop tank, and an outrageous carburetor/air intake mechanism. Showy jackasses ride bikes like that, not guys like Bill. I told him that I didn't think it was his bike. He admitted it wasn't. It was stolen of course. Turns out that we were in a bar parking lot, with a lot of these sort of choppers around. Still, those guys were getting close, so there was no point in arguing about. I hopped on and off we went.
That's when I woke up.
| April 20, 2004 by Rollerballer |