I remembered a dream from last night. It's a bit odd and has no profound point to it. Well, none that I can see yet.
I was travelling down a maze of one way streets. The sort of maze of one way streets that Calgary has but not as confined or dismal. I was needing to find my car. A sweet assed car by the way. It was a '69 Chevy Camaro that was metallic flecked royal blue. I was going to enter in and my computer into a show for geeks who liked muscle cars. (Hold on it gets wierder.) When I finally found the car and computer they were both covered in crayon scribbles and shaving cream and all sorts of doodles and messes. I got them all cleaned off and started to get everything ready for the show.
This person who was my friend (but one of those faceless people of the dream realm) came over to tell me that I was the only one without a Mac entering the competition. I thought that was weird if you were going to appeal to geeks who liked muscle cars surely one would require the systems built for gaming. The friend (I can't tell if it was a guy or girl) then asked what I was going to wear? Muscle cars almost always had chicks in bikinis. I said "Nope I'm going to wear my regular clothes and a knight's helmet. (WTF? Dreams are so odd)
After getting preped and ready we headed on our way to the show which looked like a Midaeval Tournament. I was pretty glad I opted for the helmet now. After that it just faded out and I can't remember any more.
Damn I wish I had that car. It was F#%King Sweeeeeet!
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