KGT1200
09-14-2008, 09:51 PM
noooo, nothing wrong, just need some dream analysis on a dream last night. So for those of you who play doctor on TV, or always wanted to play doctor (NO I don't mean the time you played "doctor" with your cousin..Get yeer mind out of the gutter, man!) Read on here and help me figger this one out...
In the dream, I am on a long trip somewhere on my GS. I come to a stop light just before a long, steep hill. In front of me there is an ancient old dude on an equally ancient airhead BMW, with the ol lady on the back AND a little silver two wheeled trailer attached to the airhead...I'm thinking "he will NEVER make it up that hill, as he roars for the start of the hill (which has now become something like a circus ride straight up the hill....then I notice his trailer is attached to about 20 ft. of thick chrome chain,, and as the chain comes taunt, he makes it up about 30 ft. of this 100 ft. straight up hill, his airhead coughs and dies, and somehow he manages to back the bike back down the hill...
Well the Boy Scout I am in the dream, I offer to give it a try, and he agrees, and begins to fasten the chain on my license tag holder, (like that would hold it, right?!). Just then, my clutch lever and assembly falls apart in my hand, and I pull out electrical tape out of my tank bag, and wrap the tape around it, thinking that it's got to hold till I can get this done, and get to a dealer for parts, thinking "how the hell did THAT happen?")
Anyways, I take off in a roar up the hill, with that trailer flailing behind me, 20 ft. back. I'm giving the GS everything she has, and I make it (of course, I'm on a GS, what did you think?)
At the top of the hill it's as long as a football field, and I can see that just past the end, and the stupid hill goes down, and I'm thinking "what the hell did I do that for, when you could simply pull around the hill and we all could of been on our way!?!?
Just then I see my old boss Ken W. from some 25 years ago, who I learned to hate in those days; we called him "little napoleon" for his little attitude towards us all...
And he's waiving at me, and I remember we are supposed to meet for a vacation... He's now fat and bald (and I bet he IS fat and bald, too) WTH? By this time the dream is catching up with me, and I wake up thinking
what did I eat last night, anyways...?
And that's it...anybody got an idea?
Who are the guy and his babe on the airhead?
Why were we climbing up this needless hill?
Why did my clutch handle fall apart?
Somebody help me please!
Usually I don't remember these things, but this one is clear as a bell...
In the dream, I am on a long trip somewhere on my GS. I come to a stop light just before a long, steep hill. In front of me there is an ancient old dude on an equally ancient airhead BMW, with the ol lady on the back AND a little silver two wheeled trailer attached to the airhead...I'm thinking "he will NEVER make it up that hill, as he roars for the start of the hill (which has now become something like a circus ride straight up the hill....then I notice his trailer is attached to about 20 ft. of thick chrome chain,, and as the chain comes taunt, he makes it up about 30 ft. of this 100 ft. straight up hill, his airhead coughs and dies, and somehow he manages to back the bike back down the hill...
Well the Boy Scout I am in the dream, I offer to give it a try, and he agrees, and begins to fasten the chain on my license tag holder, (like that would hold it, right?!). Just then, my clutch lever and assembly falls apart in my hand, and I pull out electrical tape out of my tank bag, and wrap the tape around it, thinking that it's got to hold till I can get this done, and get to a dealer for parts, thinking "how the hell did THAT happen?")
Anyways, I take off in a roar up the hill, with that trailer flailing behind me, 20 ft. back. I'm giving the GS everything she has, and I make it (of course, I'm on a GS, what did you think?)
At the top of the hill it's as long as a football field, and I can see that just past the end, and the stupid hill goes down, and I'm thinking "what the hell did I do that for, when you could simply pull around the hill and we all could of been on our way!?!?
Just then I see my old boss Ken W. from some 25 years ago, who I learned to hate in those days; we called him "little napoleon" for his little attitude towards us all...
And he's waiving at me, and I remember we are supposed to meet for a vacation... He's now fat and bald (and I bet he IS fat and bald, too) WTH? By this time the dream is catching up with me, and I wake up thinking
what did I eat last night, anyways...?
And that's it...anybody got an idea?
Who are the guy and his babe on the airhead?
Why were we climbing up this needless hill?
Why did my clutch handle fall apart?
Somebody help me please!
Usually I don't remember these things, but this one is clear as a bell...