I normally don’t spend a lot of time trying to analyze my dreams (not much point, they’re either really obvious or REALLY whacko) or even talking about them…but wow.
Last night I was dreaming that I came across a car that a guy was trying to sell. It was a ‘57 Chevy Nomad that ran great, but had some minor body issues. As in, a few dents, a few rust spots, and the fact that the whole damned thing was spray-painted orange. Like University of Tennessee orange. Oklahoma State orange. Clemson orange. ORANGE orange.
But he only wanted $2000 for it. It ran just fine, the only problems were cosmetic. So I was looking it over REALLY closely. “I could use it to haul our stuff when we go on long vacations. I could fix it up and enter the local street-rod club. Maybe I could sell my super-pimp Olds. I don’t need a car so much now that I’m riding the bus, it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe Dys wouldn’t kill me if I came home with it. She loves those Barrett-Jackson auctions as much as I do. Yeah. It wouldn’t be so bad…”
Then Dys rolled over in her sleep or something and I woke up. Weeeeird. So I shrug it off and go to sleep.
Well, then I started dreaming that I was seeing Pantera play. With some woman playing guitar in place of Dimebag. In something like a high school gymnasium. With my old buddy Howard, who I haven’t seen in at least 10-12 years. And Phil’s voice was all fucked up, so he was inviting people from the audience to sing parts of songs. That’s how I found out that, wow, apparently Howard has a world-class death metal growl! After Howard, I had the chance to be next, so they showed me the setlist and asked what I wanted to sing. Of course, every song that I knew the lyrics to had already been played, so I was left looking like a jackass. “Uh…wait, when you get to the end, I could do one of those Priest covers on the list. OOH, wait, you’re going to do ‘Cult of Personality‘? I could do that one! Yeah!”
Let’s stop and review…which of these elements is most ridiculous?
Sheesh. My brain is a weeeeeeird place.
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That car is so cool. I would love to have one. I bet they could take a hit on the highway and keep on going. I wonder what they get to the gallon?
Too bad it was just a dream.
I know. I’d love to have an old street rod to wrench on. Of course, I’d love a good motorcycle more, but a man needs SOME variety in his life, right? And variety in vehicles is a lot cheaper and easier to maintain than a variety in womenfolk.
THAT one will get me whacked with a bunch of purses, won’t it?