Crazy Dream

I have to write down this CRAZY dream I just had. So I'm riding in one of those duck tour type things in a coastal city. Felt like a foreign territory...like Costa Rica or maybe Bahamas-ish. The driver is this crazy trip of a white lady who barely seems to be eyeing the road while driving and just spitting all kinds of mainly useless facts about wherever it is that I am. A short while later, we see what looks like a kind of tandem motorcycle contraption coming up on us. It looks like a motorcycle with a sidecar..but instead of a sidecar, another motorcycle is attached. The second thing I notice about this is how fast this thing is going for the weather (its raining but not hard). We reach this area that is all curves. Think Highway 1 b/w Monterey and LA. Practically a squiggly line. These guys are taking these curves at like 60 mph...just slaloming through. So I'm in awe of the fact they havent crashed yet...but finally, at the LAST curve, one of em crashes. I crack up.

Let me tell you why this was hilarious in the dream. Because like I said earlier, ONE of them crashed. Whatever was connecting the 2 bikes broke off and sent one of them sliding into the rail while his friend zoomed off. Of course, we keep driving past. Dude is down and his bike is like split in 2. We can hear him kinda call out to the other driver to come back and finish him off. (I know this all sounds really gruesome but I swear its happening in a 3 Stooges goofball way that you know he isnt as hurt as it looks.) The friend just keeps on going and, for some reason, we follow the friend.

Dude takes his bike to some Mom & Pop bike shop and we stop next door to get something to eat at what seems like one of those Rubio's-type fake mexican food joints and I wind up talking to this cute white coed. (Even in my dreams, white girls like talking to me..smh) Not really interested I look around and see that we're by a huge body of water. And the craziness of all craziness happens. This Lochness Monster looking thing pops out of the water for a second...then comes to shore...and makes a beeline for us. Hole. E. Shit. It looks like one of those huge Chinese dragons from Chinese New Year parades but HUGE like the Transformers. I mean not really scary just huge and goofy looking. This thing starts interrogating people in some kinda broken English/Patois language that makes me giggle anytime it says something. He's asking everyone what happened to the biker that fell. (Who the fuck is this biker, Harry Potter?)

Anyway, we find the bikes in the aforementioned Mom & Pop shop...they're both being worked on. I never saw either biker again but while asking for the biker, this monster/dragon notices me laughing everytimg he speaks. I can only describe the feeling you get when that happens as "I'm fucked" mixed with shit in your pants fantastic. So I try to break camp (that means runaway for the ebonically challenged) but this thing is on me like a police car chase and I only make it to the Mom & Pop shop next door. I'm somehow able to convince the dragon/sea monster that Potter must be ok since his bike is hearing being worked on. Thats pretty much how it ends.

So what am I supposed to walk away with from this huge ridiculous dream? Well...for one, I really miss being able to ride my motorcycle. Two, I MAY need to reconsider eating bowls of Cap'n Crunch so late at night. Three, the Bahamas cruise I was considering for this summer is DEFINITELY off. Four, its been a while since I had sushi.

Fin.