by dreinecke » Wed Apr 23, 2014 7:18 am
I have always been a vivid dreamer and have pretty good recall of them. My least favorite are the ones where I swear I still have the Chevelle in the garage :(
Probably due to my packing up everything and tearing down the track - the past few nights I keep dreaming of slot cars. Last night though, the dream was that I visited HRW for a big event, but Harry had taken down the road course for repairs during the event. Worse yet, the table the track sits on was being used for playing poker! What the heck? I don't even like poker!
The worst part of all? No food. None, nadda, zip. I woke up thinking the morning couldn't possibly get worse and ended up with a Charley Horse in my right calf before I even got out of bed. So much for that thought.
The rest of the day has to be better - doesn't it?