dreamin and such
I don’t dream often, but when I do, I dream hard. I freaked myself out so bad last week that I woke up circa 5 am. Here’s the story:
2 am and I’m driving home from somewhere. For some reason my parking spot had a ditch going through it. In fact the entire row of parking was interrupted by this ditch. I pulled into the ditch so my bumper is nudging the opposite wall. I decided I needed to try again with a little more gusto. I reversed, gathered a little steam, and pulled in again until my front wheels were on the other side of the ditch. As you can imagine this leaves the midpoint of my car rather high above the low point of the ditch. I glanced out my window and I wasn’t quite aligned with the vehicle next to me. I pulled out one last time, as I was moving back into the space a police car with sirens blowing and lights flaring screamed up and threw open its doors in front of me. I stopped, wide eyed. A cop hops out and screamed at me,
“YOU’RE A DRUNK DRIVER!”
What?!? No I’m not, I say.
“YOU’RE DRUNK, NO ONE WOULD PULL OUT AND PARK THREE TIMES WITH GAS PRICES THIS HIGH!”.
Now remember this is a dream. blah blah blah, I took all sorts of sobriety tests that never ended and that’s when I woke up. But what the hell? Why am I dreaming about gas prices? And why the hell does my brain associate drunkenness with over zealous parking?
I’ve been thinking a ton lately (as most Americans have, I hope) about discarding my SUV for something a bit more practical. But crap, I don’t need to be pulled over for a DUI in my dreams, that makes for some rough sleepin.
Filed by ryanroth at May 23rd, 2006 under Life