I have a throbbing headache and feel sick. I'm still tired. I've been up until 5:00am drinking and I'm surprised I made it back home. Well, I did make it back. So after five hours and a few wacky dreams I decided to wake up and record one.

This dream is completely loaded with mistakes.


Greg and I were undercover cops. This seems to be a recent recurring theme. We were on a motorbike. As soon as we turned on what looked like highway 7 (near Interstate 26) we spotted a couple of thiefs. It looked like they stole a piece of the Cooper River bridge. They drove a 1/2 ton red Nissan truck dated from 1984 to 1986 The Cooper River bridge is on highway 17, not highway 7. It was a split highway and we needed to get on the other side of the road as quick as possible, so we decided to take the exit on the right side of the road, right before the road meets the bridge going over the water. Even though there is a road right there before the bridge, it certainly would NOT help you get to the other side of the road. The road looked like it was closed, except people were still using it. It went beneath and around the bridges.

Some people jumped out of our way as we rode the road down to what looked like a gas station. The gas station was on fire. Someone threw a red box of paint onto the building. Someone else broke the glass. Beside the gas station was a couple of semi truckers. It looked like they were staging a protest. Greg stopped the motorbike and got off (thus abandoning our chase for the thief who stole the piece of the bridge). We went up to the building to see who was doing what. We turned to one guy who said "We're tired of working for niggers". The man was black, but he has asian characteristics. Greg himself seemed to have instantaneously changed into a black man Greg isn't a black man.. When we confronted the, I guess you can call, the mouthpiece, he started becoming poetic and philosophical. He started talking about his own family. It seemed like he abandoned whatever it was he was angry at.