Ron in Egypt
This is a totally random dream that can confuse neone who reads it:
We are at a large rectangular pool, Me, Michael, Tony, maybe family some othert people, but a group of like 5 people. We are misbehaving but it is cool because we know the lifeguard. Michael is on a small boat-like something and he is going extremely fast and then smashing through a thing wooden sign covering a small extention of the pool that houses a pump. The pool is surrounded at a distance by a 10ft tall brown painted wooden wall with a door to enter the pool, and a door to the other pool/utility and toys room. I went with the pool guy (brown hair, styled like Jamie. Tall, skinny, cool.) to the toy room and it was full of differewnt kinds of volly balls, but we expected it to (I duno why) and so we started trying to pick out the best volly ball for michael to hold while running through the wall on his boat (?). I wanted a feather light, smoothe, aged, sort of lop sided ball and Mr. Pool man wanted a small leathery patched up flat one. We argued but finally he won because he was the pool expert after all. So then with volly ball in hand michael went speeding across the water and through the board as planned. We then realized we had to go so we got in a car and started down a desolate country highway. Now we had a small wild child in the car, some hicks driving and Michael at my side. The hicks and boy felt like family though. Off the road in the distance to the left is a big marsh like lake and a big greenish factory/barnlike building (wizzard of oz shit there) on a penninsula. Off to the left of the road is a bunch of grass, some small horse stables and wooden fences, and a hill. At every horse stable we pull over and the hicks and their wild child would look fortheir Stolen/lost horse. We traveled down the highway stoping , checking stables, then somehow it ended up being me and michael walking up to a trailer (rounded, sort of big, like the one in the Rugrats) We start messing around in the trailer, jumping off things, and we where about to mess up the antique table (But in the dream furniture has #s and the table was 222) when the whole damn family of hicks walks up. Cousins, products of cousin to cousin insest, parents, grandparents. They asked us what we where doing, and I said nothing... but then michael broke down with We where going to mess up the 222!! AAHH! WE WHERE! so I started in no.. no.. He was HE was, not me, im out. (I wasnt about to be raped by a pack of hicks...) And then we went on a hike, when I left to the west (left from the highway, but further up than oz) everyone came, even the Norweiges (they came in somewhere). We hiked up a small hill, over a creek, down into a dry valley, and up the other side untill we reached old, grey brick steps going up the other side of the valley. We climbed for about an hour, and I realized we lost some people, but I remember beng pissed that we hadnt lost the norweigens. We got to the top of the stairs and we where at a old grey brick castle shack like house thing. Then I woke up.
