I'd always sit in the same chair when I got to the baby-sitter's house and fall asleep. I loved that chair. I could have slept on the couch and I think there may have even been a bed I could have slept on. For some reason I chose that chair though. It's been 10 plus years since I've seen that chair let alone sit in it, but I remember it like I just sat in it yesterday. It was a brown chair, with an almost sandpaper like finish. The chair was so old that the thousands of little bumps on it had been worn down smooth. It felt like I was sitting on a chair that people had been sticking ABC gum on over the years. I loved that chair.
I had thousands of dreams in that chair. I don't remember any specific ones, just that I had them and could remember most, if not all of them. One did have Billy Ray Cyrus heavily involved. One of the girls who also went to the same babysitter was in love with Billy Ray and constantly talked about him. So there is an easy explanation as to why Billy Ray was featured in one of my dreams. If only I had known about his daughter at the time.
The day I stopped going to the baby-sitter was the day I stopped dreaming, remembering them at least. I really can't remember the last time I remembered a dream that didn't take place in that brown chair. That was until a couple of weeks ago.
Here's my dream.
My friend Patrick had opened up a scooter store. He sold motorized scooters and such. I bought two of his scooters from him. Not just any scooters though. Two electric scooters, two blue ones, two blue electric scooters.
I took those scooters with me everywhere. I took them to the mall once. I even tried to take them inside the mall, but they wouldn't let me, so I had to park them out front.
Maybe this isn't how the dream really went, but this is how I remember it. The majority of my dream I remember as a montage. Just little clips of me driving the scooters around or me sitting inside somewhere looking at my scooters parked out front. Goofy grin on my face the entire time.
Towards the end of the dream I went back to Patrick's scooter shop to tell him how great the scooters were. For some reason half of Patrick's scooter shop was now a deli. Half of the store had scooters and the other half had sandwiches. It got a little confusing because there was only one counter. You bought your scooter and sandwich from the same counter. Convenient I suppose, if you are buying a scooter and want a sandwich.
The dream ended with me eating a sandwich, staring out the window at my scooters, goofy grin and everything. My life seemed complete.
Everything seemed so incomplete the next day when I started thinking about the dream. I was driving around a couple of days after the dream. Just thinking about what a cool dream that was. About how awesome it would be to have two electric scooters. I thought about the dream too long though. I began to see the flaws in my dream.
The two blue electric scooters: Sure they were great and all. The problem comes in the fact that they BOTH went every where with me. Every time I ever looked out the window looking at my two blue electric scooters in euphoria, they were both there. Yet it was always just me where ever I went. No one was with me. How did I get two blue electric scooters with me everywhere? I was so perplexed.
I told Justin about my dream and he said something interesting. He said that maybe the dream meant that I need someone in life. Someone to ride that second scooter. Someone who wants to ride that second blue electric scooter.
The fact that the scooter went everywhere with me doesn't just mean that I want someone to ride that second scooter with me through life, it means that I need somebody.
So the way I see it, all I need to do now is find someone who's favorite color is blue and likes electricity. Once I find them, I immediately marry them. Then we spend the rest of our lives together, riding our two blue electric scooters.
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