Ok, so I had an extremely weird dream last night, and it was sort of bike related, so I'm sharing. Also, just for kicks and because I'm bored, consider this the start of a "what was the last eff'd up dream you remember?" thread. I actually have more than a couple disturbing dreams I can share, but I'll wait and make sure I'm not the only disturbed one here
I've mentioned a couple times I have neck problems on here, and I started a new pain med last night, so I'm gonna blame the weird dream on that, mostly just because I can.
Ok, so here we go:
I'm sitting in house, in my garage to be exact, and for whatever reason I now own a truck (I currently only own a hatchback and my FZ6R). My dad waltzes up, and wants to borrow said truck, except my bike is in the back the back of it. He's in a hurry, and won't take the time to unload it.
So I wait around, he drives back up (I'm inside the house) - I walk out to the garage and he's unloaded the bike, and its completely trashed. Its covered in dust, scratched up beyond recognition, my brand new Puig screen is broke off (which I haven't even installed yet, btw), the handle bars are completely broke off, and the whole front fork / wheel is snapped off like a twig, just laying on the garage floor. He says he doesn't remember or know what happened to it, it was that way when he drove back up. This sends me into an unbridled rage (in the dream still) and I'm punching holes in walls, slamming my head through panes of glass, throwing stuff all over the place.
(ok it gets even weirder here, when I told my wife this part, this is where she looks like at me wondering if I should be committed)
I continue this for a few minutes, until I eventually break down, laying in the garage floor, stroking it gently, saying "my poor baby". It also just so happens my dad has no money, so he just simply apologizes as he can't buy me a new bike. As an alternative, he offers to give me a 1969 Orange convertible VW beetle as compensation, because "it'll get you back and forth to work." (I have no idea why it was that specific of a vehicle, I've never liked VW bugs). This sends me into an even larger rage, at which point I wake up still carrying that feeling of unbridled rage.
I got out of bed, got some water, shook it off, and peeked into the garage just to make sure she was still there...
Ok, now you can tell me how disturbed I am, followed by any other disturbing dreams you might want to share.
I've mentioned a couple times I have neck problems on here, and I started a new pain med last night, so I'm gonna blame the weird dream on that, mostly just because I can.
Ok, so here we go:
I'm sitting in house, in my garage to be exact, and for whatever reason I now own a truck (I currently only own a hatchback and my FZ6R). My dad waltzes up, and wants to borrow said truck, except my bike is in the back the back of it. He's in a hurry, and won't take the time to unload it.
So I wait around, he drives back up (I'm inside the house) - I walk out to the garage and he's unloaded the bike, and its completely trashed. Its covered in dust, scratched up beyond recognition, my brand new Puig screen is broke off (which I haven't even installed yet, btw), the handle bars are completely broke off, and the whole front fork / wheel is snapped off like a twig, just laying on the garage floor. He says he doesn't remember or know what happened to it, it was that way when he drove back up. This sends me into an unbridled rage (in the dream still) and I'm punching holes in walls, slamming my head through panes of glass, throwing stuff all over the place.
(ok it gets even weirder here, when I told my wife this part, this is where she looks like at me wondering if I should be committed)
I continue this for a few minutes, until I eventually break down, laying in the garage floor, stroking it gently, saying "my poor baby". It also just so happens my dad has no money, so he just simply apologizes as he can't buy me a new bike. As an alternative, he offers to give me a 1969 Orange convertible VW beetle as compensation, because "it'll get you back and forth to work." (I have no idea why it was that specific of a vehicle, I've never liked VW bugs). This sends me into an even larger rage, at which point I wake up still carrying that feeling of unbridled rage.
I got out of bed, got some water, shook it off, and peeked into the garage just to make sure she was still there...
Ok, now you can tell me how disturbed I am, followed by any other disturbing dreams you might want to share.