Blue Pajamas

Dreamt I was at a party; Mr. B and GAV were there. I remember talking with a four-star general and Dick Cheney -- apparently, Dick's daughter was getting married, and we were telling him it's okay to be nervous or whatever.

The memories of the dream are confusing ... there was an arts and craft hour, where Mr. B and the guests were cutting papers and stirring stuff in a bowl ... G. Seemed to be coordinating the party, and I was running errands ... at one point, I was at a pajama factory, and I was given 100 blue pajamas as a gift.

About 2am, I get a call from RAW. He's stuck in a snowdrift. His motorcycle broke down, and then he was run over by a delivery truck. Somehow, because of the snow on the road, he survived unharmed.

This reminds me of an earlier dream, where I was driving a grey sports car with tinted windows in Miami, looking for a place to park ... the place I parked at closed after 5pm ... I had to use some old-school Knight Rider Turbo Boost function to hop the car over the iron fence.

Back to RAW in the snow. I had connections with the Norse Gods and DC New Gods, so I made a phone call to get some help out to RAW. I did this while attempting to make an instant breakfast shake with hot water instead of milk.

RAW ended up hitching a ride on the back of a passing garbage truck. The New Gods found the bike and brought it to a garage for repairs.