Dream started with a friend (the one from the Comcast dream) and I going to a friend of his' house. The guy lived pretty far off and for some reason I was taking my bike (with pedals) while he took his bike (with an engine). After some time we arrived and I was blown away by how large of a house the guy's (or kid depending on how old I was)home was. We also met up with another friend that I haven't seen in years, so it was odd he was there as well.
It's all somewhat a blur what we did there. I know I brought some movies to watch, but I can't remember us actually watching anything. It's as if the dream fast forwarded to us leaving and me getting my stuff packed up starting with gathering my movies. The problem was my movies had gotten mixed up in his DVDs on the floor and he couldn't remember what was mine or his, suggesting I leave mine behind until HE can figure it out. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my movies. The thought of someone having something I own is bad enough, but if it's some of my DVDs I get really twitchy. I got twitchy. He started getting angry. Words were exchanged, tempers flared, but he eventually backed off and let me get my stuff.
Also, in a bit of "hey, this is related to present day!" bidness; I recently got a Wii and joined Club Nintendo. If you buy any Wii/DS games they have a code you put in to register them and get points you can apply towards physical items or prizes if you get enough. I've been running around going through all of my games, my sister's games, my mom's games. Thought that was funny this little thing popped up in the dream as I was tempted to go through his large collection of DS cartridge boxes.
I only mention this because it was... Well, it was weird... But as we were leaving I found my hoodie with the help of the guy/kid's mom after it was hidden under a large pile of clothes and went outside to see that friend 2, who I'll call Bill had brought his car, offering me a ride home. A ride home instead of riding my bike for god knows how many miles? Kay, bro. However, five minutes into it I remember I left my bike back so we turned around. I don't know the reason for this... not at all... but I wound up going around the house and seeing their grandmother in the basement. It's hard to explain what she was doing but think of Granny Addams (from the two good Addams Family movies) in her kitchen/laboratory mixing up whatever it was she mixed. For those of you who have never seen those movies, sorry, I can't find a Youtube clip for you. She had a hard time understanding that I was looking for my bike, but eventually directed me to a hidden room with a small collection of bikes, mine included. What's odd is at this point I can remember putting my bike in there, but I couldn't any time before.
I got my bike, somehow fastened it to the friend's car and we took off. One thing to know is these two friends loved speed. If we went anywhere it was done very quickly, even though I get very nervous in cars. Bill was in the military both in real life and the dream, and somehow was exempt from being pulled over or getting traffic tickets due to his special license plate. This came in handy when him and friend 1 were going insanely fast and not one, not two, but three cop cars pulled out behind us. Bill pulled over, eventually, and one cop car sped past. Two cop cars sped past. Three... Where's the third? Oh! The third pulled behind us anyway, cool.
He was your standard stereotypical officer you see in movies. Chewing tobacco, southern accent, aviator shades, hating anyone who's close to being a teenager. The dialog between him and Bill was hard to remember, but I remember he was very nonchalant as the cop tore into him verbally. He never issued a ticket, but he did all he could to make us feel bad before getting back in his car and leaving. That's where things really start getting fuzzy, and I think I woke up.
Did friend 1 ever get a ticket? Did we speed all the way home? Did I really take some DS game codes when the other guy wasn't looking? No idea.
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