I walked into a parking garage to pick up my old forty-shades-of-magenta BMW 2002. I got in, rolled both windows all the way down and was driving around downtown, when I saw some friends of mine. (No one I know in real life, by the way.)

I waved at them out the window, parked my car, then we all walked together to a vacant lot, which was surrounded on the other three sides by very tall buildings. A street ‘circus’ was happening, with lots of performers, musicians, dancers, et cetera. There was a girl in a shiny green body suit costume and Carnaval-type hat with huge, multi-colored feathers sticking out of the top. Occasionally, she would walk on stilts.

My friends and I hung out for a while, talking and watching the performances, and then we all split up. I turned and started walking back to my little car, and as I passed the girl, she motioned for me to wait, jumped down off her stilts, and came over to say hello. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was a little over five feet tall. She took her big hat off, and her shoulder-length brown hair came tumbling down. We walked back to my car and got in. I started it, then reached up to roll back the sunroof. I turned and asked her, “Where would you like to go?” She adjusted her hat on her lap to get the feathers out of her face, and then she smiled a little and turned to look at me.

And that’s when I woke up.

Argh! :)

I’m almost embarrassed to share this dream. It sounds so cheesy! Cars and girls; who knew I was such a troglodyte? (It wasn’t really that cheesy, I promise you. The car was the same old piece of crap that it was in real life, and jeez, the girl and I had only just met!) I was asleep for all of nine minutes, in between taps of the ‘snooze’ button on my alarm clock. No, that’s not an excuse, I’m just saying.

I actually had three more little dreams like that this morning. I don’t remember any of them, unfortunately, because I kept hitting the button and going right back to sleep.