Dream #254 (September 10, 2010)

This was fun.

The beginning of the dream took place in Bo Ennis' police car. Now, this car looked nothing like a typical squad car, for it was old, rusty, square, red, and without labels. We were, at that time, on a high-speed pursuit of an armed robber, who was driving a car identical to Bo's (except it was blue). Another interesting aspect of this dream was that the blue and red cars were the only two vehicles (and the only things moving) in the entire city. It was like a typical ghost town (dusty, abandoned, hot, and sunny).

We were gaining distance on the blue car (which is a testament to Bo's driving skills, seeing how the two cars were an identical make) until, unfortunately, we ran out of gas. We were stranded in the middle of the road in the middle of a dead city.

Then I awoke. However, I was still inside the same dream. That memory of riding with Bo was, in the dream, an event that took place the day before. I actually awoke in the middle of the night (in my dream), which I apparently had planned, for I awoke to the buzzing of an alarm clock. I rubbed out my eye boogers and exited the room (which was in somebody else's house; I had spent the night there). I walked down a flight of stairs and found my older brother (Matt) and some friends of his playing Risk (the board game). When Matt saw me, he immediately quit the game and introduced me to a new game. This game had some similarities to Jenga, but it was slightly different. The object was to build a tower, each person taking a turn, until one person knocked the tower over by the piece played. These game pieces where oddly shaped, looking similar to icicles (which is why the game was called, in my dream, "Ice Tower"), and were very difficult to stack. Matt and I had quite an impressive tower within a few minutes. Just as Matt was about to make an astonishing move, Bo ran across the room and, laughing all the while, kicked the tower over. I was a little angry with him because he had knocked over what I considered a work of art. Matt was apparently more angry than I was, for he physically attacked Bo. Fists were a flyin'.

Strangely enough I soon figured out that Bo and Matt were not actually serious about there fist fight, but were merely imitating one, mocking the emotions that combatants typically have in a hilarious way.

When I realized this, I awoke.