Little Bike

     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.