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Another Dream

Written by Brian on December 4, 2007 – 12:43 am -

So the family and I are just relaxing in our Avila Beach vacation home, about to head out to the sand for an evening stroll, when I see a bright flash outside. I look out the window towards the ocean, and in the twilight I see a mushroom cloud in the very distant south, off the coast. I flip on the TV, and immediately emergency broadcasts are on – detailing the blast off the coast of Southern California. Initial reports state that the tidal wave will take about 15 minutes to reach the Central Coast. Just then, a low rumble shook the entire house.

I looked out the window and saw the idiots clammoring in their cars to take the only road out of Avila. It was a dead stop. Even if it was flowing, they couldn’t get far enough away in 15 minutes. I looked at the road towards Port San Luis. It was wide open.

I forced Lara and Devin out the door towards the car. She could see the wild, determined look in my eyes, and she understood that I would do anything to save us.

My first thought as I sped towards the port was that we would take refuge in a large boat, and hopefully it would float us to safety. There were a bunch of boats up in dry dock. Then I imagined the wave crushing the boats into the rocks above the port. Not a pretty picture.

As I rounded the corner, I had an even crazier thought: We could escape the nuclear blast inside the nuclear plant! Those things have huge domes of thick concrete designed to withstand all kinds of terrorists and earthquakes!

I pulled up to the entrance and 2 guards armed with AR-15s approached. I told them that if they were going to shoot us, they should shoot me and my family in the head so we die quickly, and then I sped off towards the plant.

Again – the alarm went off and we will never know if I made it or not…

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The Dreams

Written by Brian on December 3, 2007 – 1:19 pm -

One of the interesting things about sleep deprivation is vivid dreams. Here’s one that I remember from last week:

I’d driven down this road a million times before. The pitter of my 80′s vintage corolla drowned out the static blasting through the stock radio. Something caught my eye tonight. It was a big row of cars for sale on the side of the road. When I was driving out during the day, I hadn’t noticed it. I slowed as I passed and I noticed that these were some hot freaking cars! Camaros, Porsches, Trucks, anything you could imagine.

There was no way I could afford any of these pristine autos, but I pulled over just past them. I could dream couldn’t I? When I got out, I noticed a gentleman dressed to the nines in suit and tophat at the end of the row. He greeted me with an outstretched hand and began his schpiel. Once I realized he was a salesman, I ignored every word out of his mouth and let it wash over me as I took in every detail of these amazing machines.

The first in the line wasn’t anything special, just an old VW bus with some pretty exceptional hippie graffiti and something else exceptional – sitting in the driver’s seat. Just then my ears perked up to something tophat guy was saying: “You can have any of these cars, absolutely free of charge.” I found it hard to tear my eyes away from the gorgeous brunette in the bus, but I needed some face-to-face with tophat guy before I drove off in the ’69 Camaro I’d seen.

As I spin around, I notice that there are hot chicks in the driver’s seat of EVERY car. Top-hat guy must’ve noticed my gaping mouth as he uttered: “Pretty nice, huh?” I nodded and said, “So what’s the catch, buddy?” He started walking along the row of cars as he laid it out: “All you have to do is marry her, and the car is yours. No strings attached.” My mind reeled. I was wildly gesticulating as I asked him the money question: “Can I marry more than one?” He furrowed his brow. “Does this look like fucking Utah to you?”

“Fair enough.” I spun back around and went up to the brunette in the VW van. I asked her: “What will you do for me?” She turned towards me, and without a word she angled the rear-view mirror so that I could see it. In the mirror I saw an image of myself, jumping into the bus with her at the wheel. She floors it and screams into traffic and a semi slams into us.

The alarm cut that one short. Off to my rotation.

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