I dreamt last night that I'd
signed up for some classes
in Boulder . . . an amazing
trek for someone who isn't
allowed to drive due to
health issues!
I found the classroom that
first day. I was somewhat
distraught as there were
nigh onto a hundred pupils.
Day 2, I walked and sought
to no avail. Couldn't lay eyes
on the place for love nor
shekels, as it were.
My friend Alice picked me
up and decided to take the
back way home. Methinks
we must have landed some
where in India as we found
ourselves on a mountainous,
unpaved road that not even
God would have driven!
We picked up a hitchhiker
whilst pulled to the side of
the road so an old truck
could pass. She babbled on
and on about inconsequential
nonsense.
She got out at some point.
Good thing too as the car was
thrown off a cliff. I was so
scared I woke up . . . go figure!
If this dream was a foretelling,
NO, I am not hitchhiking to
Boulder everyday in order to
nigh onto die trying to find my
classroom. And NO, I am not
taking backroads to anything.
And NO, not picking up any
hitchhikers any time soon.
Sooooo, what the hell, is my
daytime life not exciting enough
that I have to try my adventures
on for size whilst asleep?
Dramamine anyone?!
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