I had a dream this morning that was quite cohesive and sustained, with a story line and everything; the contents of which remain quite clear in my head.
You see, we had this boss army cargo truck lookin' thing, and I guess we wanted to take it to the movies or something cause it had benches in back and you can hang out with your buddies and it was big and cool. It had an open cargo cage that you can drape a canvas over to cover it up.
So we had it all set to go. My mother was scolding me for taking it out cause she thought I couldn't handle it and I told her it was fine so I went to climb into the cab and the steps leading up to the cab were covered in canvas too, which was stupid and unnecessary, but I shrugged and climbed over it anyway.
Inside the actual truck it got off to a start sooner than I had hoped, and then I was wrestling with some very strange pedals and clutches that fit into one another and they were very difficult to work with a foot. I couldn't figure out how to put on the brakes, but I finally found a lever on top of the dashboard that you pull up, which was very strange, but I pulled on it anyway and the truck was too heavy to stop.
Of course there was construction ahead, and it was a very bad place to practice driving a large cargo truck and I remember thinking how it was just my luck that the street was totally torn up in front of me and I couldn't get the damn truck to stop. So I swung the truck off the side of the road and sort of got it crashed and stuck on top of a chain-link fence (don't ask, I don't even know), and then we made off with our brand new red and purple boots. Not sure how we got those.
Funny thing. The events that took place had a form that vaguely resembled my current situation, or the sentiments that are caused by it...or whatever.
But I am pretty sure Hulk Hogan was there somewhere trying to help me with the truck, and he was the one who had red boots. And I am pretty sure that this was a good thing.
