Weird Ass Dream

I had some weird dream last night. There were a lot of different cars involved in it. I think my real car, the Escort, was in a wreck. So then I had some little maroon colored car. I was in the car with a few people when there was a big like, tidal wave that came and took over the park or whatever we were sitting in. My car was sucked down some spiral, like when you unplug the drain to the bath tub. We were scared that we were losing air and that water would start leaking in, but we didn't have anything to break the window...so the guy that was in the car with us just opened the door by slamming all his weight against it. Then, once we all got out of the car, we realized that we weren't under water anymore.

Next, that car was ruined for some reason, so Mom, Dad, Ashley, and I went out car shopping. We found this monstrous old red car, but it was a stick shift and was really cool, so I wanted it. Even though at this point my Escort was okay...I don't know.

So I drove it around for a while and really liked it because it drove like my little red Colt from last year. Then we're at some kind of theme park or something. We're playing miniature golf. I think I'm still with my family at this point. The last hole for the golf course was set underwater. You had to chip your ball into this tank that was 8 feet high and hope that the ball fell into the 18th hole. Mom tried it, and it didn't work. Then all of the sudden, Bob Saget from Full House was IN the tank, saying, "No, don't try that. Here." So I tossed him my ball and he lowered it down right next to the hole so that the fan underneath it would pick it up and I got a hole in one. Then I threw a few more in, but he'd left, and the fan turned off, so they just floated around in the water.

I also wondered how much money they made when people threw coins into the tank because there were a lot of pennies there.

Then there were some big stadium stands that I needed to find my parents in, and I did quite easily, and I'm not sure what we were looking at. There was no arena or anything. I think it was just a wilderness type area. 'Twas strange, with some water and maybe a water ride off in the distance. I had some trail mix, and Dad wanted some. He was complaining that the corn on the cob hadn't been cooked yet, but it had, the kernals were just really small. Not sure about that one, either. He asked if he should throw it on the ground under the stands, or hold onto it 'til he found a garbage can. I looked under the stands and there were a couple corn on the cobs down there, so I told him to go ahead.

Then he was asking for the trip home, what we wanted to eat. We only had three meals left. Pancakes, Steak, and something else that I can't remember, but Mom chose THAT one because we'd been having steaks a lot and pancakes were for breakfast. Duh.