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April 05, 2008 / Saturday
Pickup Truck Poster Bed
I wasn't going to write much about my dream with the kid that ended up under my car, but when I was describing it to Aaron earlier I realized that my brain had done some sort of weird pun swap on me.
So before the kid decided to hop off and get run over, he was bouncing up and down on the bed of a pickup truck in front of me on the freeway. But this was not a normal pickup truck bed; it was actual bed, like the kind you find in a bedroom. In fact, it was a poster bed, and he stood there holding one of the columns and smiled at me before hopping in front of my car.
I pulled off the road and looked under my car. He was folded, but not bloody, yet very decidedly dead. I later visited his parents' home, and when they opened the door there was a courtyard full of poster beds with kids bouncing on them. I guess that's why they weren't too concerned about transporting the kid that jumped off in such a dangerous manner; lots of supply!
Writing about this makes it seem more ridiculous and less real. Good. I needed that.
April 5, 2008 09:49 PM | Dreams