I had three or perhaps four dreams last night, but can only recall two of them:
1. I was driving across Canada with my dad in a semi truck. We saw a hitch-hiker standing on the side of the road and picked him up; he turned out to be Paul McCartney. Not long after picking up Paul McCartney, we ran out of gas. This made us frustrated and we just sat around and did nothing but drink beer, smoke cigs, and sing Beatles songs. After having consumed a considerable amount of beer and cigarettes, we had the "brilliant" idea of hitching dogs -- poodles, no less -- to the semi to pull us to our destination (I think Vancouver, Canada -- one of my dad's favorite cities). We made all sorts of newspaper headlines and spent a considerable amount of time talking to news reporters, but we eventually made it to our destination. What we decided to do there, I can't be sure . . .
2. I was in my teens and was attending a very crowded high-school that was located in either Canada, the USA, or Europe that was much different from the one I went to in real life. One day I noticed that there was a new student at the school who to my surprise was a person I speak to online. I was really frustrated because I whenever I'd see them I couldn't reach them due to so many students being in the way. Throughout the entire dream I tried reaching them, but couldn't. I eventually reached them but it turned out that my efforts of reaching them were wasted as this person, for reasons unknown to me, no longer wanted to have anything to do with me.
1. I was driving across Canada with my dad in a semi truck. We saw a hitch-hiker standing on the side of the road and picked him up; he turned out to be Paul McCartney. Not long after picking up Paul McCartney, we ran out of gas. This made us frustrated and we just sat around and did nothing but drink beer, smoke cigs, and sing Beatles songs. After having consumed a considerable amount of beer and cigarettes, we had the "brilliant" idea of hitching dogs -- poodles, no less -- to the semi to pull us to our destination (I think Vancouver, Canada -- one of my dad's favorite cities). We made all sorts of newspaper headlines and spent a considerable amount of time talking to news reporters, but we eventually made it to our destination. What we decided to do there, I can't be sure . . .
2. I was in my teens and was attending a very crowded high-school that was located in either Canada, the USA, or Europe that was much different from the one I went to in real life. One day I noticed that there was a new student at the school who to my surprise was a person I speak to online. I was really frustrated because I whenever I'd see them I couldn't reach them due to so many students being in the way. Throughout the entire dream I tried reaching them, but couldn't. I eventually reached them but it turned out that my efforts of reaching them were wasted as this person, for reasons unknown to me, no longer wanted to have anything to do with me.
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