Ha!
I dreamt that my brother Mike, Kevin and I were living at my grandpa's house in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I had just returned from a shoot in the bitter cold out in Washington state (like in real life), but Fort Wayne was warm and sunny enough for me to wear shorts and a t-shirt. I hopped out of my car (a blue Honda Civic for some reason; I've never owned that kind of car) and greeted Mike and Kevin.
It was lunch time, so we began preparing a meal together. In the dream we were all quite talented: Kevin juggled tomatoes before chopping them up, I blew lettuce into the air before slicing it with one knife in each hand, and Mike kicked whole carrots into the air and quickly chopped them up. Everything we cut up magically landed in a great bowl in the middle of the kitchen and thus a salad was formed.
We then made peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches for each other (I made Mike's, Mike made Kevin's, Kevin made mine) and sat down and ate a good meal. After lunch I hit myself in the head with the palm of my hand as I realized Mike and I were supposed to pick up a rented camera from Indianapolis (over 2 hours south of Fort Wayne). I began getting ready to leave. As Mike and I walked to the car, he told me that he didn't want to drive on such a nice day. Instead, he wanted to ride a bike (yes, just one bike for the two of us) down to Indy.
I laughed at the idea, but he insisted, so I put my things in a plastic bag and walked over behind the house where he kept his bike. As it turns out, his bike was actually a tricycle with a large basket in the front. I crawled into the basket and Mike began to pedal.
We went quite a ways, but then it dawned on both of us that it would take us days to bike as far as we were wanting to go at such a slow pace, so we turned back around.
Finally, we got into my car, which had transformed to a Buick LeSabre (the car I actually own) and we started driving.
Then I awoke.
