Nocturnal Omissions..

Over the past several nights,I've been serial dreaming.
Sort of like a mini-series of slightly dark and disturbing scenarios,where I'm confronted with bizarre tests of my character.

..Should I take revenge on the drug dealers that murdered my brother?..
Yes!..Ambush them one at a time,and dispatch them with prejudice.

Remember,..this was just a dream,with no basis in actual fact.


Last night's chapter opens with me,alone,at an abandoned gas station.
Everything is in black-and-white except for my bicycle,which is bright red.
For reasons which make sense only in dream land,I left my bike and walked across the street to do,..something(?)..

When I turned around,I saw a gang of outlaw bikers loading my bicycle onto a truck!
Well,..there were hundreds of them,..so the only thing I could sensibly do was to resign my self to the loss of my bike,and go home.

..I was sitting in my living room consumed with anger.
Not at them,..but at myself for not storming right over there,and retrieving my property!..There's a thing in a man's chest that refuses to abide cowardice,after all.

There's a knock at the door!..
It's one of the bikers,selling stuffed animals for fifty-cents.
I leaped at this one-on-one opportunity!

'Hey!..You guys stole my bike,and that's my only means of transportation!'

There was a sincere look of contrition on his face that somehow absolved me of my masculine transgression.
..(cut to outlaw biker clubhouse,..because that's what dreams do).

We're all gathered around a great wooden table.
The bikers are filling out the final paperwork that will make them fully-fledged members of the gang...(Outlaw biker protocol,..I suppose).

The disheveled character next to me puts down his pen,and with an audible sigh of relief exclaims..

'Whew!..I'm glad that's over!'..

Then,he turns to me and says..

'The worst part,is the crows around your ankles'..

..I think that's something we can all relate to.