10-24-2022, 02:11 AM
...the clock says 330am...I force myself to think about all the details of the dream I can, because I always seems to forget them, but this one I want to remember...
I'm not sure if it's in nowhere Arizona or maybe it is Oregon--but my house (not sure if it's mine) is surrounded by nothing, on a flat piece of land. It is kind of dry and dusty, so maybe it's rural Arizona--there are some deserty looking mountains in the distance, and it's bright and sunny... No matter...
...there are two guys: one is sitting on my 2017 CB1100ex, fiddling with the instrument panel, and the other is standing in front of the bike, looking towards me as I quickly approach from the rear. The guy sitting is now standing and I think I yell at him "what are you doing!" maybe I added "thief"--seems that I did. I don't say another word, I simply land squarely in his face the biggest (ok, only) roundhouse punch I've ever thrown, and his partner just watches...multiple bottles of motorcycle oil (sorry, can't remember any brand names) fall out of white plastic bags that were sitting on the back of the bike...probably a dozen bottles.
...now the bike is in the garage and one of my brothers is with me. The garage is empty except the bike which is right in the middle of the garage...can't recall any details other than the bike is still in danger because somehow I know the thieves are still out there somewhere...
...I'm in the kitchen and my mom is there. It's not really a conversation but I think to myself that the thieves must have known about my bike becaue of the ad I placed on Craig's List (turning into a nightmare, right?)...I open the door to the garage, and the bike is not there. My brother and I go outside and looking across a small stream--or maybe it's a water canal like they have in AZ--there are the two thieves who now have my bike...I can't believe they got my bike afterall, and they are shaking hands with another guy(s)...kinda fuzzy...one of them is wearing a white shirt...
I tell my brother to get the keys to my green 1991 Nissan pickup.. and then, of course...just as it was going to get interesting...I wake up.
I think about where I park my bikes where I work...and how I'm going to start using my disk lock and heavy duty chain I haven't used in several years. Was a bit worried that I wouldn't fall back to sleep...very grateful the clock read 7:50 when I opened my eyes this morning.
Background:
1. wife and I have been talking a lot the last few years about where to retire: Oregon or Arizona; yesterday we were looking at some houses for sale in a very hilly area and we both decided we wanted a flatter area.
2. My cb1100 does need an oil change--was just about set to do it yesterday afternoon, but decided it could wait.
3. I currently own a Ram pickup; my 1991 Nissan was sold 5 years ago, and at one point it had been stolen, but gratefully recovered--yet in my dream I want the keys to it and not my current vehicle.
Ah, the human mind... a great place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there.
I'm not sure if it's in nowhere Arizona or maybe it is Oregon--but my house (not sure if it's mine) is surrounded by nothing, on a flat piece of land. It is kind of dry and dusty, so maybe it's rural Arizona--there are some deserty looking mountains in the distance, and it's bright and sunny... No matter...
...there are two guys: one is sitting on my 2017 CB1100ex, fiddling with the instrument panel, and the other is standing in front of the bike, looking towards me as I quickly approach from the rear. The guy sitting is now standing and I think I yell at him "what are you doing!" maybe I added "thief"--seems that I did. I don't say another word, I simply land squarely in his face the biggest (ok, only) roundhouse punch I've ever thrown, and his partner just watches...multiple bottles of motorcycle oil (sorry, can't remember any brand names) fall out of white plastic bags that were sitting on the back of the bike...probably a dozen bottles.
...now the bike is in the garage and one of my brothers is with me. The garage is empty except the bike which is right in the middle of the garage...can't recall any details other than the bike is still in danger because somehow I know the thieves are still out there somewhere...
...I'm in the kitchen and my mom is there. It's not really a conversation but I think to myself that the thieves must have known about my bike becaue of the ad I placed on Craig's List (turning into a nightmare, right?)...I open the door to the garage, and the bike is not there. My brother and I go outside and looking across a small stream--or maybe it's a water canal like they have in AZ--there are the two thieves who now have my bike...I can't believe they got my bike afterall, and they are shaking hands with another guy(s)...kinda fuzzy...one of them is wearing a white shirt...
I tell my brother to get the keys to my green 1991 Nissan pickup.. and then, of course...just as it was going to get interesting...I wake up.
I think about where I park my bikes where I work...and how I'm going to start using my disk lock and heavy duty chain I haven't used in several years. Was a bit worried that I wouldn't fall back to sleep...very grateful the clock read 7:50 when I opened my eyes this morning.
Background:
1. wife and I have been talking a lot the last few years about where to retire: Oregon or Arizona; yesterday we were looking at some houses for sale in a very hilly area and we both decided we wanted a flatter area.
2. My cb1100 does need an oil change--was just about set to do it yesterday afternoon, but decided it could wait.
3. I currently own a Ram pickup; my 1991 Nissan was sold 5 years ago, and at one point it had been stolen, but gratefully recovered--yet in my dream I want the keys to it and not my current vehicle.
Ah, the human mind... a great place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there.
