This place is turning out to be a “dream” log, but hey; maybe I’ll learn something about myself other then the obvious.
I dreamed: I got stranded in Las Vegas during Bike Week or Bike Fest, whatever its called. Its LV’s yearly motorcycle rally. Anyway I was there all by my lonesome, I had a backpack and a jacket. I put it down, and somebody walked away with my backpack. They left my jacket. The jacket was like one Eskimo jacket had fur around da hood. I remember feeling disconnected. Thats all I remember.
Lame huh? I do think I have lame dreams. No details, no rhyme or reasons, just goofy. Although some psychotherapist may come in here an analyze what all my dreams are about. Probably figure out I belong Kaneohe or something.
Disconnected. Yup thats me. Disconnected as in outta da loop maybe. What loop might that be? Da Lolo Loop perhaps? Perhaps. *L*
For the record I don’t own an Eskimo-ish jacket. None of my coats have a hood with fur on it. Bike Fest is the weekend of the 16th I think. Then the week after its Street Vibrations in Reno. Lot of people go down to LV’s rally then head north to Reno’s rally.
Have you ever driven LV to Reno or vice versa? Five or six hours of nothing, well actually 4 gas stations and 6 Brothels, I think. It is ugly boring. One person told me it reminded them of Iraq. Its just a whole lotta desert. Not even pretty desert, its ugly ass hotter then hell desert.
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