I had one of the most bizarre dreams last night. It started off that Amanda, Cullen, Flogg, Aaron, myself, and others were outside of a school/gymnasium-type building after some sort of camping trip. I was trying to get the sleeping bags rolled up and clasped to my backpack. My mom comes into the frame shouting that a tornado is coming. My first reaction is to go secure Amanda's backpack because Scrubz is in there. The tornado hit me, spun me up into the air like some weird super mario brothers move and I landed a little bit away. I went maybe 20' into the air and was no worse for the wear. I checked Scrubz, and he was OK too. As I'm walking around checking on everyone, I notice that the tornado picked my car up and moved it around 20 yards. All the body panels are a little beaten up, but otherwise, it looks ok.
The next thing I remember, I'm at the body shop checking on my car. It has morphed from this:
to this:
I go to ask the mechanic what is going on, and it is Seth Rogan.
This is all very confusing. Seth is like, "Dude, I put a V12 diesel in your car, fixed everything, and repainted it. I think we should call it the R50TDi. Don't worry, the insurance company has no idea I did all this." I seem to go along w/ the idea. The final thing I remember is peeing at the Indacochea's house, and a completely clear ipod falling into the toilet. I rinse it under water and put it back where it was.
This is what happens to my mind when I don't get to bike for a week.