Going To Jail

Last night I was going to jail. I was going to jail because I protested and actually got a pedestrian walk put in near the fairgrounds to save lives. Too many people were getting ran over crossing the street.

I had 24 hours before I went to jail so I hooked up with my friends in a nearby park. I was involved with a new game of Warlock that was played in a large fields. This one player was my girlfriend and we had made a new commitment to stay together.

I wondered if she would stick with me while I was in jail so i sent her a message. I said that i hope to see her when i get out.

Soon she showed up and we went for a walk just moments before I was to turn myself in. The last part I actually used the cross walk that I had protested for. She agreed to be there when I got out.

I cant help but to think that this girlfriend represents what I want and going to jail represents the real world. So tonight if I dream I will be getting out of jail and meeting up with my girlfriend. Am I having a tough time with reality? Do I want to be awake? Hmmmm!

The Lake

Last night the setting was a big beautiful lake. I was staying in this huge house on the lake and was accompanied by a lover. When we moved in we noticed two rooms where one was haunted and one was a safe haven.

Our friends came over and spent the afternoon putting on a bike rack when someone had an idea of going for a boat ride. I was torn because there was going to be a race around the lake and I wanted to pre-ride the loop. I gave in to my girlfriend though and went with the group in the boat.

I could not have fun and soon bailed out to go pre-ride the trail around the lake. I jumped into another boat that was returning to the house. On out way back the boat sprung a leek. I tried to swim into shore and only myself and my friend made it, the others drown. As we climbed out I wanted to be cool like my friend so I climbed up a bridge instead of just walking out on shore.

I was soon deemed "not cool" as I accidentally knocked in cans of Pepsi from the bridge and into the lake. i walked home alone and when I arrived I was so happy.

Suicidal Tendancies

I was at the Osprey Stadium for the Thunder and Lightening Cyclocross Race and my grandma came to visit Missoula to watch the race. Something was terribly wrong because grandma was different. It seems grandma kept trying suicide and I had to watch her at all times.

I line up for the race but during the race a group of terrorists captured the facility and held everyone hostage. My grandma stole the show as she attempted to drive her car right into the stadium and kill herself. I rushed to stop it and everyone gathered at the rail in the front row.

Suddenly the focus shifted to a news report about how ironic it was that rich people wanted front row seats instead of the million dollar back row seats. The interesting part is that in the dream the rich paid big bucks to be furthest away ... which is backwards isn't it?