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Thursday, August 17, 2006
I woke up very tired this morning...

And I believe here's why. Last night I had a dream that I fought someone from the Aryan Nation. I was riding a bicycle (I say "a" bicycle, because I don't own a bicycle. Therefore I cannot say "my" bicycle) on interstate 680. I got off at Sunol, which is something I never do in real life. When I got off the freeway, it was dusk. I went on this windy dirt road that was a shortcut to getting home. However, there was someone from the Aryan Nation driving a stolen police car down the road a bit. He kept going in circles. But the really weird part was that he would turn on the sirens and lights for one revolution, then turn them off for the next revolution. He was wearing a red and gray plaid shirt. As soon as he spotted me, he stopped driving in circles and started driving behind me. Then somehow someone else from the Aryan Nation came out of nowhere on his bicycle and started chasing me.

By this time, it was dark. I found my way to a house, and tried opening the door. But no one was home and the door was locked. So I hopped back on the bicycle I was riding and rode to another house. This time the door was unlocked, so I frantically let myself in. When I entered, an Asian family was eating dinner. I started explaining what was going on as fast as I could, but they were having a hard time understanding what I what I was saying. Fortunately their daughter understood english and started translating what was going on. Then all of a sudden the daughters' American boyfriend came out of the back room and really helped with the translation.

By the time I was done explaining that the Aryan Nation was outside chasing me, about 50 of them had gathered outside the window, taunting me. Then, because it was dream, they all magically appeared inside the house. The house also magically widened to allow everyone to fit comfortably inside of the living room. The main guy who was giving me a hard time had spotted me, and started walking towards me. As he was walking towards me, I said "Why do you want to fight me anyway?!" And as I said that, he threw a right cross. Which I blocked of course, because again, this is my dream, and I'm certainly not going to get my ass kicked in my own dream. So I threw a left elbow and caught him on the right eye, busting his eyebrow open. We scuffled for a bit, and I remember kicking him in the ribs a lot. We eventually ended up on the floor, with me on top, pounding his face. He wasn't bleeding at all, but his face was red and swollen, and his teeth were being knocked out. He was begging me to stop, so I did. I stood up, and pulled him up by his hair and dragged him to the center of the room.

At that point, I left the house and started running down the street because the rest of the Aryan Nation was chasing me again. I hopped over a fence and found myself in someones backyard. The backyard was a vineyard. The owner of the house was watering his grapes, with his shirt off. I'd say he was about 60 or so, and way out of shape. He saw I was in a panic, and scurried me to the guest house. The guest house had a huge cigar room, and the house owner gave me 5 of his finest cigars.

The end.

So when I finally woke up from this very intense, very vivid dream, my heart was practically pounding out of my chest. So, my thought is, is that although I was sleeping, my body was acting as if it were actually living my dream. That whole dream must have lasted about 2 hours or so, I'm imagining.
posted by Ricky @ 8:28 AM  
3 Comments:
  • At 8/17/2006 01:31:00 PM, Anonymous Beth said…

    Ricky=1 Aryan Nation=0

    Wahoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!

    P.S. Dreams actually last for only seconds.....I think.

     
  • At 8/17/2006 05:47:00 PM, Anonymous Matt said…

    Less about dreams and more about why the hell your cam isn't working yet...

     
  • At 8/18/2006 11:57:00 AM, Anonymous beth said…

    Geeez Matt, I know........What's really going on with the cam?

     
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