Yet another weird dream

I remember fragments of a strange dream from last night.  I was in the parking lot of what I assume was like a shopping center.  I was on foot.  For some reason I decided I would be a nice guy and put a bicycle in the back of someone’s vehicle.  I think I knew the person but I am not sure.  This person’s vehicle just happened to be a Hummer.  I walked up to it, looked inside and saw the keys were in the ignition.  After a little inner conflict, I decided this person wouldn’t mind if I hopped in and drove up to the front of the store to put the bike in the back.

I fired up the Hummer.  It felt like I was driving a Mack truck.  It was monstrous.  As I rolled along in the parking lot, it shook constantly like the wheels were out of balance.  When I looked down at the floor area around the pedals, everything looked old and worn, not what you would expect from a brand new, luxury, ultra-gashog.  I did feel powerful as I maneuvered around the parking lot in my mini-tank.  I pulled up to the front door, threw the bike in and kept a look out to make sure this person didn’t see me driving their Hummer.

I drove back to the parking spot where I got it from, however there was now a landscape crew working right next to the parking space.  Perhaps it was the feeling of power from driving the Hummer, but I had little concern for their well being.  I pulled up and started to back into the space, figuring anybody in the way would surely have the brains to move aside.  Well they did move, although I could feel the stares of anger burning through the tinted glass.  As soon as I was backed into the space, some mullet haired, redneck looking guy, immediately steeped in front of the Hummer and started pulling weeds from the cracks in the asphalt.  I wasn’t quite straight so moved forward a bit so I could back in at a slightly different angle.  Me and the redneck played chicken.  He wouldn’t move and I wouldn’t stop, I probably missed him by mere inches by the time I stopped to back up.  He just sort of looked up at me with disgust.  I never directly looked at him, I just acted like he wasn’t even there.  That is where the dream ended.

It was certainly a strange dream and my role in it seems to be that of one of the people that populate the Naples area that I generally can’t stand. The snobby, wipe their ass with hundred dollar bills crowd.  I have no idea why this scenario would have crept into my sleep world.

This week I am doing my bi-monthly facial hair run.  It is a goatee this time around.  Ali, hates facial hair so it never lasts long.  The hair on my head is getting pretty shaggy as well.  It is soon time for a buzz.  I am close to giving myself a Brittany haircut, total buzz.  Ali thinks it would be a big shock but hell when I get buzzed, the sides are already that short, the only difference is the top is about 3/4 ” long.  You can see my hairyness on the cam which I have up and running pretty regularly again.  On the cam page I also fixed my house weather center magnet that hadn’t updated since the end of January.