ok, anyone who really knows me, knows I have really strange dreams. Last night was no different! I dreamt I snuck off in Scott's crapyota for a joyride. I was going all out and came to the really steep road, when I get to the bottom it's covered with water and mud, I panic for a bit , realizing I can't drive a stick shift and decide what the hell? I am going for it! So I did and I made it thru! I am all excited then realize I have to go back that same way so I find a place to turn around. It happens to be a biker bar. Some big hairy tattooed covered guy comes out to chat and tells me I have one bad ass ride!! I'm all like thanks man but I gotta roll. I then realize I am now on a tricycle! And the road has become stairs??? So now I am trying to figure out how to ride my tricycle down 10 flights of stairs? So I straddle my bike and walk down! I am all proud of myself and biker dude shows back up and asks me to join their gang. So I do and then I am going down the road, them on their pimped out bikes, and me peddling my ass off on my bad ass tricycle!!
I actually woke up sweating!!!! LOL!! so does this mean I feel like I am just running and getting no where trying to keep up with the "big dogs" in my life?? do I have a deep hidden fettish for tricycles??? Or that as usual I just have really weirdo dreams?? hmmmmmmmm, any ideas????