The Dukes of Hazzard

Oh, that show.
The random 70's muscle car painted up into true redneck fashion.

Well, that's what the latest dream was about.
My mother and I were driving in Mississippi in a 1973 Oldsmobile Omega, which is a pretty nice car, down some back roads that probably don't exist. But anywho, we weren't really talking and she was very focused on her driving which made me kind of feel tense. We were driving for what seemed like a short amount of time when we started to come up to a similar car to ours that was painted bright orange, and had a large "01" painted onto the sides.
In other words, it was the General Lee.
For some strange reason, the orange machine was driving slowly in front of us, or at least too slow for my mother to tolerate, so she decided to try and pass around the car. When she tried to, she soon realized that an 18-wheeler was coming at us too quickly to pass, and she pulled back behind the General Lee.
Determined, as usual, she decided to try again, but this time, there was no dotted line for us to pass, but she went anyways. She dropped the car into overdrive and passed the orange car with ease, but failed to see that there was a sharp turn up ahead, so we crashed into this stone wall on the side of the road, and as soon as that happened, I woke up and my heart was palpitating.

Either way, I won't be driving in Mississippi anytime soon I've decided.

Vague things come in 3's

Well, this post is going to be disappointing, I guarantee you. I only remember vaguely what my dreams over the past weekend were about, so I apologize =/

Anywho, these are what they are:

1. Rachel Knapp fixed my iPod and added nine songs to it.
2. I went to some sort of airport, where the restrooms had no walls, and Mike E. And Ryan Henry were boarding some sort of plane.
3. We were doing the play and somebody had a seizure, but it was called a"Panic Attack" instead.

Everything's in a bit of a fog, and I doubt I'll remember more, but if I do, I'll edit the post.

Disneyworld.

I know this is my first post, so I won't try to get my virgin blood all over the place. If by some chance I do, I ask forgiveness in advance. So either way, I went to bed at fairly decent hour without too much on my mind. But as soon as the REM sleep kicked in, evidently everything went crazy.
So as soon as the dream commenced, it was just my mother, who is about 44 years old with brown hair and blue eyes, and myself at my current age of 16 looking how I do in my display.
We started off at the edge of a rather small lake, and across the lake you could see a white castle, and I'm not referring to the restaurant to answer unposed as of yet questions. Most anyone would recognize this castle to Cinderella's castle. My mother asked me what it was, and I explained to her as best as I could, and then the fireworks were going to start. So we decided to go on a little bit of a journey around trying to find the best seats for the show.
We eventually decided that there were no good seats outside, and that the only good ones would be by the pool inside the hotel's gates adjacent to us. We inconspicuously went inside the hotel just as they were taking what seemed to be a tour group to the pool area.
There was limited space in this group so we rushed up ahead to meet them, all the while running past expensive light fixtures and pattering our feet on the marble floors. As we had almost caught up to them, a door started to slide down from the ceiling, as to cut us off from actually getting into the same room with them. Fortunately, a rather fat boy had stopped the shutting of the door with his sheer mass in the way, and allowed us to take a seat. Then a sickening realization must have hit us at this point, because we had to leave. There were cop cars out back of the hotel (Dodge Chargers, nonetheless), and we left out of the same gate we saw earlier.
In essence, we took a very roundabout way to get to a place, and then reap no benefits from it.

That would be the end of the first dream, I would wake up, and then go back to sleep and have a second one, albeit, not nearly as interesting as the first. All I remember is that I was at a kiosk in the mall, and all these two men sold were classic rock memorbilia, drug paraphenilia, and guitar accessories. All I did was ask stupid questions and examine a capo for about a half an hour. Also, this capo was not what a normal capo looks like, but something more along the lines The Gopher that you would see advertised to make it easier for the elderly to grab their prunes out of the top shelf of the pantry, and it was bright orange.


That's all I've got for today, and I do hope you enjoyed this first post.