Another Weird Dream....
This morning, between stirrings to hit the snooze button, I dreampt.
We had a pool in front of our house, right in the middle of the street. My mother, my sister, my friend Gerard, and I were all swimming in it. Gerard, in real life, is slightly developmentally retarded. He was whining at me for some reason or another and it was getting on my nerves, so I decided to wrap myself up in my towel and take a short walk down the street to cool off.
About four doors down from my house, there were a set of traintracks where the crossing lights began to flash. I thought that was weird since I couldn't hear a train. But over the hill, three trains appeared. If you've ever been to Hershey or Konobels, you know what I mean when I say that these were miniature trains. They were the size of the rides at kiddy parks, but there were full-grown, slightly aged men sitting in the first car. Their overalls were blackened with soot from the coal they were hauling. I thought they looked ridiculous... One of the trains was white with ornate red trim hand-painted on. It was very 1900s.
When I turned around, I found myself in a lot full of brightly-colored old-fashioned trucks. When I say trucks, I mean huge fucking oil tankers and firetrucks. It was amazingly surreal. They were all so brightly colored - green with yellow trim, or white and orange. There were big, burly men working with these trucks, too. One of the largest men strained to crank a... um.. crank on the bottom of his truck. The whole damn top of the truck separated from the wheels and began turning to its side to empty whatever it had inside. It was then that I decided that maybe I should get out of their way and let them work. Despite how ridiculous they looked, they were doing something important, I assume.
Really messed up dream that probably means nothing and doesn't even seem all that interesting. It just stuck in my mind so I thought I'd share.
We had a pool in front of our house, right in the middle of the street. My mother, my sister, my friend Gerard, and I were all swimming in it. Gerard, in real life, is slightly developmentally retarded. He was whining at me for some reason or another and it was getting on my nerves, so I decided to wrap myself up in my towel and take a short walk down the street to cool off.
About four doors down from my house, there were a set of traintracks where the crossing lights began to flash. I thought that was weird since I couldn't hear a train. But over the hill, three trains appeared. If you've ever been to Hershey or Konobels, you know what I mean when I say that these were miniature trains. They were the size of the rides at kiddy parks, but there were full-grown, slightly aged men sitting in the first car. Their overalls were blackened with soot from the coal they were hauling. I thought they looked ridiculous... One of the trains was white with ornate red trim hand-painted on. It was very 1900s.
When I turned around, I found myself in a lot full of brightly-colored old-fashioned trucks. When I say trucks, I mean huge fucking oil tankers and firetrucks. It was amazingly surreal. They were all so brightly colored - green with yellow trim, or white and orange. There were big, burly men working with these trucks, too. One of the largest men strained to crank a... um.. crank on the bottom of his truck. The whole damn top of the truck separated from the wheels and began turning to its side to empty whatever it had inside. It was then that I decided that maybe I should get out of their way and let them work. Despite how ridiculous they looked, they were doing something important, I assume.
Really messed up dream that probably means nothing and doesn't even seem all that interesting. It just stuck in my mind so I thought I'd share.