I had a nightmare last night, which is disturbing on several levels. One, I haven't had a nightmare in a long time, and I had actually thought that I might be done with them. But, this wasn't nearly as bad as some, so it might actually have to go in the "normal people have bad dreams sometimes" pile, instead of the "further proof that I am nuts" pile. Two, the dream featured people breaking into my house, which is actually a pretty large fear of mine, so that was an extra layer of creepy.
I dreamed that I woke up and went downstairs because I heard something going on outside. While I was looking out my front window (which, in the dream, was in a different place than it really is), a man crashed through my front door. And, of course, I was totally unable to push him outside or to yell or do anything forceful, because that's what happens in dreams. [On a side note, the only person that I've ever been successfully violent towards in a dream was a woman. Analyze that one, why don't you?] But, as I'm struggling with the man, Adam comes down the stairs and then the police come through the front door and grab the guy.
So, we're standing outside of our house after all of that (and the front of our house is different, but everything else on the block looks right) and we find out that the house breaker and an accomplice had started a fire at a house down the block. That's when I realize that the people standing around with us are my Aunt Alice and Uncle Steve, and they lived on our block and it was their house that had been on fire. And that's where we find our third disturbing level, because standing next to them was their daughter Janet, who died at 13 from complications from leukemia. And I miss her.
But what I don't understand is how that all ties in to what actually happened during the day yesterday, which was nothing more than Burrito Night at Chipotle and then some scooter shopping at Honda Town. Burrito Night is always good, but the scooter shopping was a total bust. Honda Town doesn't carry the type of Metropolitan that is moped legal in Minneapolis. If I don't buy a moped-legal scooter, it'll get registered as a motorcycle and then I can't park it at bike racks. If I can't park it at bike racks, then I can't use it to commute downtown, thus saving myself $80 in bus fare each month. If I can't save myself bus fare, then I can't afford to buy a scooter. And look at it! How can you not want one?! I want one. Sigh.
3 comments:
supercute scooter! you're right, I do want one, but I know it's terribly impractical for me to even consider buying something that expensive right now. it was good seeing you... Saturday? sorry I couldn't chat more. worky work and all that. I saw your post about it; I think I've seen more nudity at Patrick's since I started working there than I have in my personal life in a long time. good luck on the dreams...
The wierd part about the shopping (dreams are weird in the entirety) was that it was totally just the little 50cc Honda Metropolitan.
I know engine size is supposed to be one of the things that decides how you license your vehicle. Another is horsepower and another is top speed. These guys (http://www.ci.minneapolis.mn.us/police/news/docs/GoPeds.pdf) say a moped must have working pedals.
This kinda makes it sound like most of the scooters I see parked at bike racks downtown legally shouldn't be there. We'll have to start looking at their plates to see how they're licensed. I wonder if the licensing people would tell us how a certain make/model would be licensed if we called them up?
Waaa! I've wanted a scooter for forever... Gloria won't let me have one. (((RBT)))
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