[cheebacheeba]

I've had a few dreams lately...I wish they'd be more interesting...

Here's one I had last time I slept:
I was walking along a long (what looked like) subway tunnel, with my girl, and a friend. Had my bike with me, actually, I think we all had bikes.
So, we're walking along, and I see this bag on the ground...and money, what musta been easily over a grand, poking out of it. So, I leave my bike and walk over to it, and I pocket that shit.
I turn to get my bike, which is lying on its side, and I see that it's not actually MY bike anymore (I have a relatively new mountainbike), it's some shitty old rusted up racer. I look all around...no sign of my bike. So, I take the racer...still pissed off.
Along the subway tunnel, there's hand-rails, with bikes chained to them, and they all look like my bike. So, I wanna turn back thinking that maybe my bike WAS there, but I just missed it.
My girl rides away which shits me, and my friend comes along but he's laughing at me...so, I don't know where I got it, but I said "fuck you", and threw half of a hot mincemeat pie allover him, and punched him in his side. Then he threw some back, then we had a pie fight, and ended up with peices of pastry, meat, and gravy allover us, and we were getting laughed at. He said something else, trying to be all witty 'n shit, and I just said "fuck you, pie-boy."

That's all I can really remember...never found the bike.