My Randomness for the Day:
I just woke up from the weirdest dream. I was driving my old Honda Accord 5-speed through some German city, when I try to change lanes right and sideswipe somebody. It turns out to be an American guy, who is pretty cool and from New York state, but has a really bitchy wife. After I get his information and say goodbye, I pull up to a stoplight. Suddenly this sportscar comes flying around the corner with two black guys, who start using me as a shield while they're shooting at someone behind me. They go too far to the left and I use the opportunity to floor the Honda, go through the light, turn left, then right, blast through a fence and end up in a huge dark field. The two guys have decided to follow me, but I recognize the trees and realize that since I was going to Wal-Mart that I'm now in the fields behind Amanda's house. I break right and weave through the droopy-looking trees toward the house, but the car is getting ahead of me so I have to will myself to move faster so that I can still see it and don't wreck it. When I get to the house, Erin's mom is waiting their with the big van, which I promptly get in, put in Drive, and head towards the street. Amanda's dad is standing around waiting for someone else to show up before he can leave. I floor the van, but it won't go more than about 20. Erin's mom lets me know that the sportscar turned right out of the driveway and is now going the other way, but I'm still trying to figure out ways to keep them from passing us and mowing us down as they do. I cuss at one point, and then apologize because Erin's younger brothers and sister are in the back with someone else a lot bigger that I can't remember, but is calling somebody I knew. Cresting a hill, I throw my weight into the forward motion to speed it up ... and it works. Over the hill, there are flowers planted all over the road and up and down the brightly colored fields, and around the Pleasantville-looking houses. We stop at this place that turns out to be a fair-type thing, and I'm leading this little battleship around on a string for a prize. I get the prize when I lead the battleship up this rut in the side of a moutain-like thingy about as tall as I am. Brandon turns out to be with me and picks up the prize: an old picture with me and Brandon and Kevin and some other people I can't remember geared out for baseball. Then suddenly Kevin's there telling me about how Brandon's been writing on this little fake dollar bill nailed to the wall. Something about how the dates for the fair were written 12/13/14 on a flyer so he'd written 1/2/3 on the dollar bill. Then I woke up.