20 2005 |
It was everything that I can't really be in real life, which is really what dreams are for. Ask my wife; I freak out over the possiblity of disappointing a customer (and my lack of resources makes this happen more than I'd like), and I'm hardly disenfranchized. I think I can do anything, simply by deciding I can do it...there's a lot of things I don't want to do, but not from lack of ability. And, when I doodle, there's probably a good reason for it, and it's done at the appropriate time. This dream gave me a glimpse of an imaginary world where I've got the skills and talents of someone completely unlike me....unfortunately, it was a one-eighty from a Superman dream.
Anyways, at some point in the dream I upgraded to a beat-up 1960s blue pickup with a genie-lift on the back. When I came back from dropping off some cold chinese food I didn't care about, I got in my truck -- to find out I had left it running and in gear. Stepping on the gas crashed the truck into the car cross from it, then pushed it into a SUV on the other side.
Turns out that the SUV belonged to Freddie Prinze Jr, who was more surprised than anything at what happened. I, on the other hand, realized I didn't have any insurance on my truck. I talked Freddie out of calling police, and wrote down the insurance information for my recently-sold japanese car on a strip of paper and handed it to him.
Dream Derek is a big asshole sometimes.