Yay Dreams.

I just woke up from an interesting dream. It wasn't really a nightmare, per se, but a bad dream nonetheless. It now seems like it was one of those all night-er dreams that robs you of that feeling of being rested when you wake up.

It started off being a camping trip with my dad's side of the family in a familiar canyon. Deacon was in attendance as well. Deacon proceeded to get shitty drunk and wander off. I, alone, spent the entire night looking for him while everyone else seemed to not make a fuss over his whereabouts (my dad's family to a tee). "Oh he'll come back when he's ready", "Don't worry about him, have fun and drink", they tell me. Deacon is one of my best friends, of course I'm gonna look for him in the woods!

In my wanderings, the woods turn into a subdivision. I don't recall people being around really, just me wandering. Early morning rolls around, the sun is up. I never find Deacon and end up back at camp. Guess who is back at camp? Deacon, fine and dandy. He's helping the campers make breakfast since they are mostly waking up now.

I feel a sense of urgency through this whole thing. It was like we weren't supposed to stay the night at all and we had to be somewhere in the morning and getting him to get his shit together was like pulling teeth. We finally hit the road and have a long ways to go.

There is a gray spot in this part of the dream. not sure what was going on. Something involving an old, Honda 3-wheeler... I stole it from a yard and drove it around... and then took it to a classroom at a school. The classroom was at the top of a tower... yeah.... more gray fuzzies.

After all of that Deacon and i are back on the road, in a seedy little town. I realize that I have a flat tire and try to pull off. It has turned to nighttime again and there happens to be a tire place that is just getting ready to close up for the night. I pull in to have the tire repaired and as I'm getting out an attendant exits the building to greet me. We both asses the damage to my car at the same time. For some reason, the flat tire had been horribly flat for quite a long time. There was no rubber, only rim. The lug nuts were ready to break loose. My fender is missing in places as well as just damaged/totalled in general. The CV axle is hanging loose as well as other unidentifiable parts of my car.

The shop, getting ready to close, claims that the damage was repairable but there was no way it was getting done before they closed up, nor even the next day. I was distraught over being late for whatever i was late for, the money (which i don't have) to repair the car and a multitude of other things.

And then, my alarm woke me up. At least I didn't wake up crying (been there before).

Hopefully this is not an omen for the rest of the day.