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I had a really strange dream last night. Umm... I think I start every one of these explanations like that. It's not like I ever have normal dreams... maybe I need a system of ranking how weird they are... Anyway...
It was another one of those strange department store kinds of dreams, I think. Or at least part of it was. Right now the thing is running from middle to end, and from middle backwards to the beginning in my mind, and I'm not sure which is which. OK, I think it started someplace on a stage that was set up to look very convincingly like the streets of Chicago (I could tell you exactly where it was, too... it was a in big parking lot over by the Rainforest Cafe and the Rock and Roll McDonalds, but that's not really important). I was laying in between all these boxes with my feet up in the air, and some guy that was sort of in charge of things was telling me that even though I had the power for it, I wasn't the silver ranger yet so I shouldn't go getting all cocky. I remember leaving the stage eventually with my roomie and some other friends, and we went to Water Tower Place (this makes perfect sense, even in real life). Unfortunately, we realized pretty quickly that we were being chased. I think we knew we were going to be chased, or at least my roomie did, because she kept asking us which store it was that had the flashy displays that would hide us changing our clothes. I found it, and we ran in and hide behind the counter with these bags of stuff that my friends had been carrying that apparently had our extra clothes in them. I kept wishing that we had bought wigs, too but it was too late for that. Next thing I knew I was in this airport-type place and I was quite obviously being chased by this guy who looked like Edward Norton with black, beatles-style hair. I was carrying a briefcase and was definitely in my pajamas. I ran up to the counter, and saw this group of people in similar attire with briefcases running in one direction and decided to follow them. I ran in the middle of their group so I'd be harder to notice, and as I ran by I looked right at the guy, and he looked right at me and I thought I was caught but he didn't even go after me. We ran into this little side room that turned out to be a very quick elevator, it and took us up a floor to this really strange room full of yellow bars and pipes and stuff that we climbed up through. The other people pretty much stuck to the path, but I kept taking short cuts so I was able to keep up with them. There was one guy that kept lagging behind, and I went back to get him to go faster, even though we were pretty sure no one was chasing us anymore. We got up to the top, and went out onto the street which looked like it would be in Belmont if it was anywhere. I went into this motorcycle shop where these guys I must've known somehow (looked like my dad's friends or something) were talking to me, and they had these strange visors with weird things written and drawn on them. I picked one up that was made upside down, and tried to bend it back into place, but ended up breaking it instead. Right as that happened though, this big black guy pulled up outside and the two guys I was talking to ran outside to see what had happened. All of a sudden one of my friends was next to me, and she went over to the guy's car, which had obviously been in an accident because the front was bent in. It was some sort of brand that I recognised as expensive, but doesn't really exist. My friend looked all sad and said something like "Oh, that engine will never purr quite as fast again." And that's pretty much where it ended. The whole thing was like some bizarre plot to some demented Charlie's Angels movie. Only there were four of us, instead of three.
It was another one of those strange department store kinds of dreams, I think. Or at least part of it was. Right now the thing is running from middle to end, and from middle backwards to the beginning in my mind, and I'm not sure which is which. OK, I think it started someplace on a stage that was set up to look very convincingly like the streets of Chicago (I could tell you exactly where it was, too... it was a in big parking lot over by the Rainforest Cafe and the Rock and Roll McDonalds, but that's not really important). I was laying in between all these boxes with my feet up in the air, and some guy that was sort of in charge of things was telling me that even though I had the power for it, I wasn't the silver ranger yet so I shouldn't go getting all cocky. I remember leaving the stage eventually with my roomie and some other friends, and we went to Water Tower Place (this makes perfect sense, even in real life). Unfortunately, we realized pretty quickly that we were being chased. I think we knew we were going to be chased, or at least my roomie did, because she kept asking us which store it was that had the flashy displays that would hide us changing our clothes. I found it, and we ran in and hide behind the counter with these bags of stuff that my friends had been carrying that apparently had our extra clothes in them. I kept wishing that we had bought wigs, too but it was too late for that. Next thing I knew I was in this airport-type place and I was quite obviously being chased by this guy who looked like Edward Norton with black, beatles-style hair. I was carrying a briefcase and was definitely in my pajamas. I ran up to the counter, and saw this group of people in similar attire with briefcases running in one direction and decided to follow them. I ran in the middle of their group so I'd be harder to notice, and as I ran by I looked right at the guy, and he looked right at me and I thought I was caught but he didn't even go after me. We ran into this little side room that turned out to be a very quick elevator, it and took us up a floor to this really strange room full of yellow bars and pipes and stuff that we climbed up through. The other people pretty much stuck to the path, but I kept taking short cuts so I was able to keep up with them. There was one guy that kept lagging behind, and I went back to get him to go faster, even though we were pretty sure no one was chasing us anymore. We got up to the top, and went out onto the street which looked like it would be in Belmont if it was anywhere. I went into this motorcycle shop where these guys I must've known somehow (looked like my dad's friends or something) were talking to me, and they had these strange visors with weird things written and drawn on them. I picked one up that was made upside down, and tried to bend it back into place, but ended up breaking it instead. Right as that happened though, this big black guy pulled up outside and the two guys I was talking to ran outside to see what had happened. All of a sudden one of my friends was next to me, and she went over to the guy's car, which had obviously been in an accident because the front was bent in. It was some sort of brand that I recognised as expensive, but doesn't really exist. My friend looked all sad and said something like "Oh, that engine will never purr quite as fast again." And that's pretty much where it ended. The whole thing was like some bizarre plot to some demented Charlie's Angels movie. Only there were four of us, instead of three.
