if you come across this please excuse it, I am typing it as a log for my dream. I will come back and flesh it out and clean it up later (excuse grammer punctuations please, I am in a hurry and have to transcribe this)
7:00 am time for work
i start my usual routine shower eat dress and head down to start my car. blizzard, cold, wind. 3 co-workers down the alley. I meet up and we decide to go get some coffee a few blocks down. We drink coffee notice that police are having a benefit in the blizzard. one police-woman that is also a co-worker is outside, in a lawn chair, in the blizzard, singing songs and hoping to sell things. One police-woman is inside, in the warmth but also in the dark strumming on a guitar. silent, of course she is inside.
We get our coffee and leave the establishment. An old lady in a red truck is parallel parking. We can tell she is struggling. BANG, she smashes into the truck in front of her. We go to help her and get things straightened out. We start walking away and the engine fires up. She apparently needed to move spots. This time she backs into an SUV, attempts to straighten it out and slams into the front of a cavalier, which in turn is pushed into a taurus. At this point the hilarity comes over us as we walk away.
We approach a co-workers car and decide to car pool. Car doesnt start. Fuck it, lets go to my car. We all pile in my car, move the books, the movies, an extra tie. We approach a cross-road, which runs west and east. A policeline. Apparently there is some sort of festival; along the ENTIRE 200 mile road that runs east and west and NOBODY can cross it. We cannot cross at all to get to work, so we park.
Upon parking the blizzard has halted and in fact reversed to the point that the snow is all gone, temperatures are in the mid 70's. Children start swarming the streets, likely anticipating the festivities. We call into work "We cannot cross M-57, we cannot get to work!" they don't understand and have heard nothing of a festival.
We wade through children and parents. Laughter, yelling, screaming, talking... the noise is an eruption of static at this point. We, being young adventerous young men, attempt to cross m-57, we do so, but on foot. We would still need to walk 8 miles to work, not going to do it. So we decide to see what is going on over here.
We discover a new park in town that has soft blues and jazz floating in the air. we walk up a trail and up a huge hill. At the top of it I realize I have roller-blades on. My gracious friends happen to then pick me up and ensure I am on a decent down this hill. intense fear grips me, but as usual I wisk it away with my apathy and go down it head first! What a rush! The speed! The adrenaline! There are even slight hills, mogals if you will, that I use as ramps to soar six feet in the air, over children, over parents (to their great dismay yet to my great enjoyment).
Upon landing I hear my phone going off. I take the phone out of my pocket and realize my alarm is going off. Oh no, my alarm is going off.
Now I am awake. Prompted to start my routine!
It was all so real, the cold, the heat, the sound, the smell of the festival, the laughter, the confusion... now I sit in another world. Confused, dissapointed.
