The Golden Chariot

I had a dream the other night. I was driving in my Gold Chevy Prizm with a friend, I couldn't tell you who it was. We had been out for a couple of drinks. I saw a cop and was kind of nervous about getting pulled over. Then I came upon a high hill. We don't have these in Michigan. It reminded me of some of the hills in San Francisco. I sped up, I thought I had to get speed to make it up the hill. Instead of going over the hill my car took air and flipped over backwards. The movement wasn't traumatic. It was a fall, but gentle. Almost fluid. My friend and I were hanging upside down from our seat belts; kind of bewildered. Since our car was lying on the hood, we could not move the car..... which goes without saying. So we were holding up a lot of traffic by being in the middle of the road. Some young white guy got out of his car, came over to my window and started bitching at me, as if I could at that moment move my car my self. Then the rescue teams came. They had a huge crane that gently lifted up my car, turned it over and placed it slowly on the ground; again gracefully.

The next thing I remember was being in the police station. The surroundings resembled the Sanford and Son house, utter chaos. I was separated from my friend. I could see her being questioned a couple of rooms away. I wasn't sure what they wanted from me. I was nervous that they would give me a breathalyzer test. Yet they didn't, I was just being paranoid. They didn't seem to know what they were doing. Then I woke up.

Flying or floating dreams are kind of fun. I remember a very vivid one I had when I was in the sixth grade. I grew up across the street from my grade school. One year they had a fair, maybe they had it every year, I don't remember. I also can't remember if I had the dream before or after the fair. If it was before, I guess it would be a premonition, since I didn't know all the rides that they would have there. Here my memory is really hazy, since now I am doubting that they had this ride at all. I remember the dream better than reality.



In my dream I got on a ride that had little one-seat airplanes on the ends of poles. They were in a circle and would go around and up and down, that's it. Well, that's all they were supposed to do. After a couple of rounds my plane broke free. I had a short moment of panic and then started to enjoy buzzing around the neighborhood. I didn't go far, much like I wasn't allowed to go very far from home growing up either. I flew from the entrance of the elementary and down the street toward my house. But I didn't stop there. I went back toward the fair and stayed away from my house. That's all I remember.

Friday Bitches!

Yes, oh my god, it's Friday and I feel fine. I am sorry that my posts have been so bleak. Recently, a friend commented to me that reading my blog is like reading my diary. Should I stop with the all-too-personal blogs? What do you think?

I guess I just have some angst going on now and that's what comes out. Lately, any funny stories are left by the wayside and taken over by the more serious pressing matters. I am hoping that will change. I have things in the works to make that change.

Yes, I'm damn happy it's Friday. I have had a tiring week. Not just with goings on but the whole freaking sleep thing. Extra tired this week. I want to tell the doctors to just give me my damn CPAP machine already! Yet I feel a stigma about it..... like it's a real loser ailment to have. It should be a secret. I guess it will just add to my geek street cred.



Attractive, isn't it. Oh, so sexy! I just stole that image off of somebody else's blog. I hope they don't mind. I was impatient in trying to find a picture of a woman with a CPAP...... Then I saw Barbie. How precious. It reminds me of the time I went to Provincetown and there was a house on the main drag in which the whole front yard was decorated with Barbies. Barbies doing all sorts of things; some of them questionable.



Ah, I found an image. I love the internet. (Please let every one know that I mean no harm when I steal these images. I just want to prove a point...... and pictures are fun.) I saw the Barbie house over ten years ago and if it's still there, the picture above only represents like 1/16 of what's displayed.

Writing about Provincetown reminds me of vacation. I will be going to San Francisco in a couple of weeks and I'm starting to get excited. I have only been there once with my girlfriend at the time. I took some video when we were there, but I haven't watched since we broke up and that was a long time ago. I have been thinking of watching it before I go. The only thing that I remember being on the tape for sure is the under water display on the pier. I don't remember the official name. But is was so cool. It was as if you were walking deep under water in a plastic tunnel and could see all the ocean life around you. It was actually in a shallow area. I also remember the very loud sea lions and the Pride parade that was so long that we couldn't sit through the whole thing. We decided that soon after the Dykes on Bikes we had seen enough.

A little while back I did an internet search on San Francisco and found a site that I thought was quite useful. A Local's Guide for People Visiting or Moving to San Francisco http://www.dreamworld.org/sfguide/ It's funny, but the author, as a native, disdains all the touristy things but the one of the things he liked was the under water tunnel. I'm not big on touristy things either. I just like to go to a place and have a good time. I don't have to see the big ball of string or anything. Though we did try to go to Alcatraz, but we missed the last boat and didn't have time to do it any other day. I was not heart broken. I bought a flattened penny that says Alcatraz instead.

On to maxing and relaxing. Wish me luck, I have a date tomorrow. And to my sister; I hope you feel better soon!!