Pollywogs!

This will likely be a bit boring, nothing really interesting or funny here…

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So I woke up from a dream this morning. The dream itself was fairly unremarkable (other than seeming upon remembering to be a large movie-style story arc with someone besides me writing and directing). What was interesting was something I pieced together while remembering. I started thinking back from the last thing that happened right before I woke up, back further and further. I remembered that things seemed much different at the end of the dream (right before I woke up) than they had earlier in the dream. When I woke up, my arm was asleep (pretty damn uncomfortable) and I had to piss like a racehorse. Things started falling into place:

I was driving a small four wheeled vehicle that would resemble a car the way a moped resembles a motorcycle. It had a small gas engine, but apparently primarliy was electric powered. I had gone into a gas station for some reason (did I buy a bite to eat?) and when I came out, it was like someone had re-ordered the world while I was gone. Where I had left nearly a carnival atmosphere, I walked out to find my now much smaller ride was parked behind these four guys dressed in extremely poofy, garishly pink, matching outfits. Like a court jester might have worn. I sat down in my diminished machine and some folks loitering started laughing. I couldn’t find the parking release, instead of being at my feet the run/stop pedals were at my hands…but for some reason (no short term memory? lack of free will) I simply endured and pulled out onto the highway I had been driving on.

The vehicle had much less power than before as well…I saw an old rusty sign advertising a gas station and wondered if I was low. The road QUICKLY went from a four lane divided highway into a two lane, and almost before my eyes devolved into a dirt road. I don’t remember the transformation specifically, but shortly it was simply a trail down a moutain-side. A brutally steep trail. The vehicle was now a ‘bike’, but it was balled up and weighed about a pound (like a crumpled up newspaper). I was following others on foot and the trail amazingly quickly got steeper and more demanding. Soon, inexplicably, there were these bundles of wrapped plywood on the trail, dangerous in that they shifted and were scattered randomly. Progress slowed to a crawl, as I jumped down from one to another suddenly they started shooting off the trail, first one down over the bank and then one FAST down the trail, clipping the guy in front of me and ‘obviously’ (but I didn’t see it) destroying people further down the trail. I don’t remember the transition, but I was explaining the accident to authorities, saying I hadn’t been riding my bike, I was on foot (gesturing to the balled up lump in my hand, which is how I knew the vehicle turned into a bike turned into a balled up lump)…

Whoever was writing and directing was doing their best to make the dream first unsatisfying and then downright unpleasant for me.

Wake up!