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November 17, 2005
Dreams
Back in 1984 I had a new Suzuki GS650. It was a little small for my frame and I decided I'd rather have the 750.
As an aside, these bikes looked big to me. The 850 at the time was in the same frame as the 1000 (or 1100, whatever it was back then). I currently own a 1981 GS850L and cannot believe how small it looks by today's standards.
Anyway, I wanted a 750, but couldn't justify having two motorcycles. I needed to get rid of the 650 first.
An acquaintance, who owned a service station, offered to buy the 650 from me. He was a guy I knew well enough though he was technically a friend of a friend.
I sold him the 650.
Shortly after this I was canoing down the Little Miami River with a bunch of friends. A fly bit me on the finger. The finger, in an uncharacteristic move for parts of my body outside a soccer-ball sized portion of my midsection -- swelled up a good bit.
For the next three nights my dreams came true. I'm not saying the fly bite was the cause -- but it is the only thing that happened that had a different feel to it.
That night I dreamed I was at the acquaintance's service station. It was daytime and one of my Thug Friends and I were visiting Bob. As I looked around the station I couldn't find the motorcycle I'd sold him.
"Hey Bob, I asked, "where's the motorcycle I sold you?"
Bob got an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Ted and I just bought that so we could resell it and make some money."
In my dream I was livid. I felt like a friend an taken advantage of me.
I woke up. Days and days passed.
My Thug friend and I went to Bob's service station to visit. While we were there I looked around for the motorcycle and couldn't find it.
"Hey Bob, I asked, "where's the motorcycle I sold you?"
Bob got an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Ted and I just bought that so we could resell it and make some money."
I said, "You're not going to believe this but I had this exact, same dream."
And it would seem I'd worked through my anger in the dream as I didn't get upset at all.
I cannot for the life of me remember the second dream that came true.
The third night is sort of a weak connection. I dreamed a female friend of mine was going on a date with a guy and that she was going to have a bad time. But really, I knew the guy. So I don't know how premonition-like it was versus familiarity with the person.
(About a month later I was in the hospital with FUO. I've always thought the fly bite played a role in this somehow. And, giving what the docs were able to find out, it's as good a guess as any.)
I knew the dreams-coming-true reign of fun was over the fourth night ... I dreamed the Swedish Bikini Team dragged me off into the woods and had their way with me.
Posted by delmer at November 17, 2005 7:32 AM
Comments
That's too bad about the 4th night...what a time for your power of sight had to fade by then.
Posted by: The Phoenix at November 17, 2005 4:26 PM