some kind of vu

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651003496715492047.post-43140496263767310672007-01-16T15:57:00.000-08:002007-01-16T16:07:35.464-08:00some kind of vuLast night I had a dream. For most people this is insignifigant. For me this is extraordinary. I have dreams (that I remember) maybe two or three times a year. The last time I had a dream I won 153 million dollars (after taxes, of course) in the lottery. I then bought all of my friends badass cars and built a mansion in New Mexico (cause it's cheaper) and built my own IMAX theater. That was a good dream. I bought lottery tickets for the next three weeks after that dream. A few months before that was the first time I had a dream in over a year. It was especially astounding because I dreamt three times over the course of three days. Unfortunately I died in all of them. In more gruesome ways as the days went on. It slowly drove me insane. I didn't even want to go to sleep on the fourth night. But last nights dream was especially odd. In the dream for some reason I was riding a bike around my old neighborhood. I was riding up a hill, and I started to get heavier. I tried to push forward but I couldn't. I thought to myself "damn I am out of shape if I can't make it up the hill". But the problem wasn't me, it was the Earth. I moved off the bike and fell to the ground. Gravity had increased. I tried walking, with the bike but it was too much. Eventually someone came by in a truck and offered me a ride. It took three people get out and put the bike in the truck. Eventually I wound somewhere, and inside gravity was normal. The problem only occurred when outside of buildings, and no one could figure it out. It was like a scene from a bad disaster movie when everyone is sitting around trying to figure out what happened. So moral of the story, when you wake up and weigh 750 pounds and can't walk anywhere, remember, I warned you.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085854505668713495noreply@blogger.com