I dreamt that I was planning to visit Phillip and June and I’d had a grand idea to bring a familiar dog to visit them that they hadn’t seen in a while. It seems like June was a dog groomer, so that was the tie-in. But just to throw a spanner in the works, my initial mode of transport was a bicycle and I didn’t realize until I was some distance from home that I had no method of carrying the dog while cycling. All I could do was walk beside the bike while balancing it with one hand and carry the dog with the other arm. A backpack of some sort would have sufficed 😑 but I’d left it at home. 

Chapter two started with me on a bus (a double-decker even!) with the dog in my lap, asking adjacent passengers for directions to some obscure street in England (I don’t know what town) where Phillip and June lived. I’d only been to their traditional stone-fronted rowhouse once. 

We passed a massive Hogswartsian castle facade that was carved into the side of a tall cliff face across the road from the seashore. A localized cloudburst was precipitating heavily upon us as we had exited the bus at that particular location for some reason. 

Then, suddenly we seemed to be in a big hotel with uneven floors; one winding corridor a step up, the next a step down, etc. I then ran across Phillip and June in a corridor about to enter a suite. They were in full costume with Hollywood-grade face make-up to the point that I didn’t physically recognize them (at least Phillip). I played along like I didn’t recognize Phillip; he was portraying Houdini. 

Somehow I sustained some scratches on my arm during the performance and I left to seek first aid which took me to a small restaurant which I seemed to know reasonably well. It seemed that the head waiter was Ian, Phillip’s son. I could see that he was very busy serving tables but I asked him to direct me to their first aid supplies so I could treat my arm. That’s about when I woke up as my arm really was sore, but that was due to a bit of numbness because I’d been sleeping on it. 

 

Something prodded me to experience quite a vivid and abstract dream last night. Maybe it was seeing that black Cybertruck again in our ‘hood. I think it belongs to the general contractor that’s overseeing the build of a new house nearby.

TBH, I find a black Cybertruck with all tinted windows, including even the front side windows which is illegal in BC BTW, somewhat unsettling. Maybe it’s just the recent culture shift south of the border since Notorious IOM (Insufferable Orange Man) took over the reins, but both times I’ve seen that black truck I’ve envisioned it decked out in army camouflage. A further paranoid vision has one parked on every street corner. You know, during and after the Cdn annexation, LOL. Nonsensical, I know.

Anyway, back to my dream where I had seen a TV commercial featuring a massive black pickup truck (it seemed to me it was a Dodge Ram); you know the stereotype, massive lift kit, monstrous tires, and I think it was a crewcab, but that detail has faded. Suddenly it spit out a Mini-Me black pickup from its p/u bed. The semi-complete truck landed on its frame, “born” with no axles, wheels or suspension. Very strange for me to envision a birth analogy.

Then the “parent” truck reared up to expose its engine, and a pair of mechanical horses the size of Clydesdales began to metamorphose underneath the truck. I could even see riveted knee joints on the horses. Once complete they moved forward out of the way and two more were extruded, then another two to make an even half dozen.

In this age of "fake news" I didn’t trust the digital media enough (remember, this is a dream, LOL) to believe this had really occurred so I went to a dealership to get the real story. Turns out we (Shauna came too) weren’t the only ones. Quite a queue had formed to see this spectacle. In fact we had to get tickets from an agent in a tent before we could even line up. The trucks/horses were apparently set up behind the tent so I couldn’t get any sneak-peaks beforehand. The agent however assured me that the whole demonstration was true and would occur live in front of an actual audience very shortly. And again and again after that.

Unfortunately I cannot report on the accuracy of the agent’s assertions as, wouldn’t-cha know it, I awoke before our viewing session began.