I have pretty bizarre dreams. Recently they’ve been non-stop and feature a new dream invention… “foot scootering.” I slide along the ground at highway-speeds on one foot.
Here’s one I had this morning that involves foot scootering. Enjoy…
I’m in the “Bookmobile” (a real library bus in North Idaho.) I want to rent a movie about trees, but all I can remember is it starts with “T”, so when the librarian asks if she can help I accept. She tries to convince me I needed to rent a movie “for myself” and I appease her because it seems she’s hitting on me. All I want to do is find the “T” movie. We look through the entire shelf and I look again while she’s talking, but we can’t find it. Then I realize it’s a kids’ movie so it’s not on the shelf we’re looking at.
I remember a National Geographic dinosaur book I had when I was younger. I’m remembering it being very small, with text that’s unreadably tiny.
I’m in my parents house looking at two white cats running around on the floor. My mom tells me to “tell him about them.” I can’t see/identify the person she wants me to “tell.” I assume she means dinosaurs, but all I can think of to say is “jawbone.” Then I realize she wants me to tell him about the cats…
There’s a horse barn. The horses are acting like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park… biting at people through the gaps in the barn sides.
A farmhand dressed in green & purple places a cup of jello right in front of the horses, and the horses snarl. He places a trail of cups (alernating green & purple) leading away from the barn, then back to the barn, up onto a fence, and then up onto the top of the barn. I think, “that’s dumb, the horse-dinosaurs are going to break out and follow the jello cups to him.”
The farmhand stands on top of the barn and starts break dancing. I notice that his socks are changing from green, to purple, and back as he does flips. His moves rewind and reply in slow motion so I can be sure his socks really are changing.
I realize in-dream this is a commercial for socks.
I’m standing at the University/Capitol light heading north, pushing a shopping cart. So are 3 other people. We’re each in a lane, and I’m in the right lane. I know I need to get to the left so I can turn left on River to get to ProClarity. So, it’s a race.
I have in-dream deja vu about shopping cart races.
The light turns green, and by the time we get to the bridge I’m in the left lane.
I’m foot scootering down a highway in the central Washington. I’m getting thirsty so I stop at a convenience store. Because I’m going inside I take off my scootering shoe (which is a sandal) and latch it onto my cargo shorts.
I remember there’s a flyer inside that lists different sodas made by Wil Wheaton. Unfortunately the flyer’s gone so I assume he gave up on the soda business.
I see several people carrying water with floating fruit, which I assume are “smoothies”… I decide that I want something watery like that since I’m going to have to carry it while I’m “driving.”
There’s a smoothy counter in the corner. I read through the menu. I don’t see anything listed that the people are drinking. I see something made from ground-up Butterfingers, and then “Peach Pie”, which in the picture appears to be peach pie thrown into a clear plastic cup.
I tell the guy behind the counter I want “Peach Pie” and then, as if it makes some difference, I look over the counter to make sure he’s getting a cup and not a pie in a plate.
While the drink is mixing (I wonder if it is, though, because I don’t hear the blender) the guy goes over to check the door of the store, and a grumpy lady complains he is trying to lock everyone in.
He says “I can’t be over at the door all the time so I’m checking it now while I’m over here,” or something cryptic.