Crazy dreams!

I've always been a dreamer. A fantasizer. Always had my head in the clouds, y'know? So last nite, I had this dream...

I was in an apartment complex (or condo). I was trying to play Mortal Kombat on the tv with a keyboard. I was really bugged about the whole thing cuz the controls didn't make sense. How was I supposed to get Sub-Zero to throw his ice ball? The punch and kick commands didn't make sense since I was playing this on a keyboard. My dad tells me the kids want to play. So I turn off the Xbox (not the 360 and I do NOT have either in real life) and let the kids play. For some reason, my parents had a bunch of kids over. 3-13 yr olds and they were trashing the place. One kid was trying to open the case to get to my PSP. I took it away from him and went to my room. Which had been ransacked by the kids. That was the last straw. I left to go visit a female friend down the way.

I get down there and it turns out that she has a ton of friends over and they were all taking pictures. We got to talking in the hallway and I said something along the lines of, "Guys will go down in age to hook up with a grl but women usually don't..."

We go past one of the bedrooms where there are grlz partying and then the living room which was a BIGGER mess than my bedroom. I looked down and I see a red cellphone. It's Markki's cellphone (friend from work) and I said, "What's Markki doing here???" Markki comes out of the bathroom and says something bizarre. Like she came over to shave or some weird thing... Deciding that I should leave to let the grlz do their thing, I end up outside but don't want to go back to my pad cuz it's just crazy.

Next thing I know, I'm in a semi truck with Hilary Duff driving. The cab is a cross between a, well, regular cab and a large SUV. ie; there's a sleeping area in the back but there's always a bench seat behind the driver and passenger seat. It's a pretty ghetto semi and it's hauling a double trailer. I felt that the man should drive the big rig, but she was insistent that she do it. It WAS her parents' rig and we were running some sort of delivery. I don't know if it was equipment for a concert, her music cds or her make up line.

So we're cruising along and then BAM, we're stuck in a snow storm. ALL the cars are stopped and some of them have been there for hours. The vehicles are shut off, snow has accumalated. I get out and check things out. People are outside, bored. It's midnite or later. I looked back and see that we weren't far from Stevens Pass (ski area in washington). People are still riding the lifts, coming down and the bored kids who can't sleep until the pass reopens are out sledding.

I return to the semi and open the door. Hilary's in a black tanktop and how she isn't freezing in a snowstorm, I have no idea. She's on the phone with her dad, trying to explain to him that we're stuck. All of the sudden, a bunch of police raiders are making their way up the line. The cars turn on and move to the side. Hilary starts up the rig and pulls further to the right and slams into a Volvo stationwagon while trying to park.

There's a boy in the back. He's trying to sleep but it's not working. There's a certain excitement being stuck in a snowstorm for who knows how long. Hilary puts on a jacket and we go for a walk up to the ski resort. Up there, I see a bunch of kids I knew from high school. EVERYONE who was stuck on the highway is wandering around the resort. Food. Warmth. Shelter. At some point, Hilary and I start wrestling in the snow and after she pins me, we find that there's a dance club next to us. From where we were, we could see a woman dressed up as a black & white X-Mas tree ballroom dancing. There were a few other couples in there all dressed up in formals. We get up and decide to head back to the highway to see if things are moving yet.

Traffic is moving. We run across the highway, she starts up the rig and we're on our way again. I tell her, "Oh, we're going to Wenatchee! This is the highway you take and it's kind of just on the other side!" She's glad to know where we're going cuz she's never been there. (Wenatchee is several hours east of SEattle)

We start cruising and I realize her lights aren't on. It's 0130 and the sun is coming up. She drives like a wildman. She doesn't stay in her lane and she likes to take the curves of the highway wide. Which really means she drifting the backside. I tell her the lights aren't on. She tries to turn them on; there's only 20 switches to turn them on. They blink on then fade out. I just hope that the cops don't get us for that little aspect.

We start down the other side of the mountain and enter a desert region (like going out to Yakima on I-90). I say, "Hey, I've been here... This is like the road out to Yakima. So that means, Wenatchee is just around the corner..."

She's still doing wide drifts, driving in the fast lane and we're going around 100mph. WHich means, cars are STILL passing us!

We hit snow again. ANd this snow is dangerous. It's nothing like a compact snow & ice highway. It's more like a ski resort with deep tracks, frozen and hard. We try to drive thru it like the other cars. THe lanes go from 4 wide to 1 wide in a blink of an eye. The snowblowers that came thru can't pile the snow up right cuz the retaining walls are upwards of 50 ft tall. All the snow can do is pile up.

We come around a corner. As we're coming around, there's (another) Volvo heading our way. I tell Hilary to hit the breaks but BAM, we head on the poor mofos. Their Volvo gets blasted BACK into it's proper lane. She pulls over, the cops come and I run to see if things are ok. Hilary doesn't want to deal with the cops or fill out an accident report (no damage to the rig). Instead, she gets an empty bucket and microwave popcorn for me to give to them. I straighten shit out, we can fill out the reports in Wenatchee and we suddenly see tollbooths. MANNED tollbooths. I tell her we need to give 'em $3 to use the road. SHe forks over a bunch of quarters and we get back on the road.

A few miles down the road, the cops are after us. Hilary questions if it's because our lights don't work. Or that we're going around 100mph. Or because we are drifting in the lanes. She pulls over and gets out. Then she jumps back in and says, "Oh yeah, I'm not supposed to get out..."

The State Patrol comes up to the window (who is somehow as tall as the rig) and says, "You dropped this a few miles back." It's some Hilary Duff movie. Hilary says THANK YOU and then the patrol wants her autograph and starts telling her about his daughter's favorite movie. Eventually, he lets us go. No ticket. No nothing! SHe relaxes. I tell her to move over and that I'll drive from now on.

We drive on......





At some point in this story, around the time of the volvo accident, we ran into Kim Cardassian (or whatever her name is from that tv show). I remember flipping her crap that she's not that hott and then she and Hilary started getting into it.

I'll stop there since this is long enough. Enjoi. :