Here is a strange dream I had some time ago, powerful enough for me to want to write it down and remember it:
From somewhere I got this extremely small motorcycle. My friends left before I did, I was kind of upset because of it and I knew I had to catch up to them. So I jam off on this super little motorbike (don’t remember how it rode though…haha kind of dumb and dumber-ish). The next thing I remember is going through a small town, on the concave of a hill. I pulled off on the side. There was a baseball park. Something as wrong with the bike and I didn’t know what it was so I picked it up and shook it. I could hear a little liquid sloshing around which told me the bike was out of gas. There were people around by then, and I really don’t remember if the friends that I was catching up to were there, but I do remember distinctly a police officer stopping me. He already had someone in the back. It made me a little nervous! He asked me what was wrong and I explained to him that I had run out of gas and he offered to take me to get more. I know that I accepted the help but I don’t remember what happened after that.
I’ve had dreams that were similar to this before, just a strange semi-reoccuring dream. Strange that it’s impact on me was really great, but when I try to convey it into words, it just feels flat. The creative part of the mind is an odd one, a real trickster.