Dream #12

Finally A Dream!

I plan to go shopping with my cousin and we meet up outside of her apartment. She brings a friend. We are in separate cars and we’re ready to go. There is a little Toyota blocking our exit though. Its towing a charter bus! I hear this announcer describing the next generation of Toyota trucks and their power… powerful enough to haul a charter bus. I’m in a commercial! The truck pulls off and spins its tires in the process leaving the rest of us in a cloud of smoke. Now we can leave… apparently the short cut to the mall is through Six Flags. I wind up driving the Cyclone coaster track in my Sonoma at like 100 mph. It was so wild, I could feel the wind in my hair… even though the windows were up. Any who, so we finally make it to the shopping mall but its inside a school, a really big school. We go shopping and all of the stores still look like classrooms, they just have racks and what not set up in the middle of the rooms. To escape the clutter I go out into the hallway to wait for my cousin and her friend. While I’m out there one of the girls from my 3d design class shows up to pick her son up from school, I say hey and she introduces me to her sister who looks nothing like her. Her sister starts rubbing my cheeks and I ask her what she thinks she’s doing, and she replies “I love guys with stubble”… I get freaked out and I split. I find myself in a counselor’s office where there is some sort of group therapy thing going on, this only adds to my freaked out feeling and I keep walking. All of a sudden I’m in a hotel room and I turn around to find that a new wall has appeared and there aren’t any doors to get out. A woman appears, she looks like a stereotypical secretary with the bun and glasses and all. She thinks I'm looking for a bathroom and I tell her I just want to get back to the mall… she looks confused but calls a guy to escort me out. My escort is a black French guy. He tells me that he knows Robin Williams. I ask him if he knows Oliver. (Another black French guy who is a friend of a friend of mine) He gets offended and tells me that just because they’re both black and French doesn’t mean they know each other. I apologize and he admits that he does in fact know Oliver. We are soon crossing a cobblestone bridge with the grass growing up between the stones and all but instead of cobblestones they are cinder blocks. The whole way across the bridge he’s singing that French song we all learn in kindergarten, you know fera Jacque fera Jacque, dome plu! Give me a break I’m not French. There are some folks on the other side of the bridge fishing, I decide to join them while I wait for my cousin and her friend, I kick off my shoes and plop down on the bank… then I woke up.