Super Amputee Cat
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A few nights ago, I had the strangest dream..
I'm standing next to some military helicopter in an airfield. Suddenly a door starts closing and I'm trapped and about to be squeezed. The next thing I know, I'm in the copter flying high in the air. The pilot is an old friend of mine from my pizza delivery days, Mike L.
Looking down at the ground below, I notice such things as Sohio stations and suddenly come to the realization that I have traveled back in time. (In Ohio, all Sohio stations were rebranded BP by 1992). Meanwhile, the pilot has been replaced by this hottie named Andrea, a cute girl from a Econ class I took years ago.
Looking down onto great cityscape below us, I tell her that, judging from the cars on the expressway (no SUVs!) it must be about 1985. We land near a carry-out so I can run in and check a newspaper to see what date it actually is. I ask her to take a guess as to what date and she says March, 1947. I tell her that, first of all there are way too many leaves on the trees for it to be March and secondly the cars are too modern to be 1940s.
Anyway, I get to the store and look at a newspaper and it is dated April, 1980 which is five years off from what I guessed. Soon we are wondering what we should do next. I say we should just hang around in 1980. It would be really cool to see what everything looked like so long ago...all the buildings that were subsequently torn down, gas stations open, etc. And as long as we don't meet up with our "past selves" everything should be OK. I suggested going to Yellowstone to avoid the possibility of meeting up with our past selves, but she replies no because she grew up near Yellowstone!
Meanwhile we decide to get gas at the store for the helicopter. I'm just about to take money out of my wallet to pay for it when I realize that the modern, redesigned $20 and $10 bills would not work in 1980. The clerk - an old lady - says that they take all sorts of "foreign currency" but to avoid suspicion, I hastily grab some ones to pay for the gas, thankful that they were never changed.
The next thing I know is that I am on a train and I see Jerry Seinfeld. I quickly realize that I can take advantage of the situation by usurping some of his best comedy lines because nobody knew who Seinfeld was in 1980. But then, looking my license or something, I realize that it's 1985 and it’s too late. Jerry knows who he is.
There was more to this dream, but that's all I remember. The underlying feeling that prevailed throughout was that this is a dream that I did not want to wake up from: I was with some cutie and we had the whole world of 1980 at our disposal - the possibilities were endless.
But then I realized it was a dream and woke up. Going back to sleep, the dream continued per se, but was not nearly as pleasant as before. I have had other similar dreams, but this is the most intense in a while. The dream had a hold on me for most of the morning, until it began to dissipate.
Anyone else here have a dream that they didn't want to wake up from? If so, please describe.
I'm standing next to some military helicopter in an airfield. Suddenly a door starts closing and I'm trapped and about to be squeezed. The next thing I know, I'm in the copter flying high in the air. The pilot is an old friend of mine from my pizza delivery days, Mike L.
Looking down at the ground below, I notice such things as Sohio stations and suddenly come to the realization that I have traveled back in time. (In Ohio, all Sohio stations were rebranded BP by 1992). Meanwhile, the pilot has been replaced by this hottie named Andrea, a cute girl from a Econ class I took years ago.
Looking down onto great cityscape below us, I tell her that, judging from the cars on the expressway (no SUVs!) it must be about 1985. We land near a carry-out so I can run in and check a newspaper to see what date it actually is. I ask her to take a guess as to what date and she says March, 1947. I tell her that, first of all there are way too many leaves on the trees for it to be March and secondly the cars are too modern to be 1940s.
Anyway, I get to the store and look at a newspaper and it is dated April, 1980 which is five years off from what I guessed. Soon we are wondering what we should do next. I say we should just hang around in 1980. It would be really cool to see what everything looked like so long ago...all the buildings that were subsequently torn down, gas stations open, etc. And as long as we don't meet up with our "past selves" everything should be OK. I suggested going to Yellowstone to avoid the possibility of meeting up with our past selves, but she replies no because she grew up near Yellowstone!
Meanwhile we decide to get gas at the store for the helicopter. I'm just about to take money out of my wallet to pay for it when I realize that the modern, redesigned $20 and $10 bills would not work in 1980. The clerk - an old lady - says that they take all sorts of "foreign currency" but to avoid suspicion, I hastily grab some ones to pay for the gas, thankful that they were never changed.
The next thing I know is that I am on a train and I see Jerry Seinfeld. I quickly realize that I can take advantage of the situation by usurping some of his best comedy lines because nobody knew who Seinfeld was in 1980. But then, looking my license or something, I realize that it's 1985 and it’s too late. Jerry knows who he is.
There was more to this dream, but that's all I remember. The underlying feeling that prevailed throughout was that this is a dream that I did not want to wake up from: I was with some cutie and we had the whole world of 1980 at our disposal - the possibilities were endless.
But then I realized it was a dream and woke up. Going back to sleep, the dream continued per se, but was not nearly as pleasant as before. I have had other similar dreams, but this is the most intense in a while. The dream had a hold on me for most of the morning, until it began to dissipate.
Anyone else here have a dream that they didn't want to wake up from? If so, please describe.
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