Dill Pickle Dreams

The car creeps inconspicuously past a restaurant where a policeman is on the lookout outside. As the car passes, the police recognize the man in the back seat, and give chase. Suddenly, no one else is left in the car and the man in the back seat has to scramble to the front to drive. He only makes a short distance before the engine seizes and he is forced to get out and run. The police shoot him 6 or 7 times in the back, but he still is outrunning them as he falls into a doorway in an alley. 

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" said the alarm, before I whipped it across the room. 

That was the last scene of a really complex dream I had last night. I won't waste your time with the whole story, but I think the man in the back seat was played by Bono... I never dream, so this was pretty bizarre. Although, as a kid I did have a recurring dream of playing baseball with Charlie Brown and friends. 

I don't know why I dreamt last night as opposed to any other night, but I think it was some combination of the dill pickle chips I had not long before I went to bed, and the number of times Jack Bauer came up in conversation at Community Group last night. Seriously, we were a bunch of space cadets. 

In case you couldn't tell, I'm still sick. I got off the couch once to go outside because it's 40 degrees out today (!), but before I made it around the block I felt really sick again. I took the hint and haven't left the rest of the day. My friends and roomates have been telling me to rest, but it's amazing how hard that is when it's so nice out! I hope some of you have had the chance to enjoy the weather for me. If you haven't, you should because tomorrow is supposed to be in the teens again. Eesh. Well, I'm going to go try and rest again. I'll let you know if I have any other 24 meets U2 3D dreams again--although I really hope I don't.

Correction: My friend I talk about in the Tinker Toys post did some research. Those pieces with all the holes are actually called "hubs." I feel like I should have known that!