I had a great dream last night. So great in fact that I even dreamt I was writing it down. Me and some other girl seemed to be on a roadtrip, except I wasnt me. At some points I was a nature loving brunette, and at other points I was a model type black girl. She was a model type blonde. I think she was supposed to be my sister. She was taking me somewhere for spring break, a surprise. We were driving west on the 101 and I remember passing Encino. Suddenly we stumble upon a beautiful clean beach. Not LA like at all. I don’t remember much about what happened but we parked on a meter and explored a bit. I remember lots of kids and a hostel like enviroment. I remember breaking in and out of houses, through the windows and such, and her stealing a donut from a place that belonged to a kid that looked like Mario Lopez (too much Nip Tuck).
I semi remember at some point being on a big cruise type boat. Then I remember us having car troubles and trying to figure out what city we were in so we could get the car fixed. Turned out we were in Ft Lauderdale. How we got to Fort Lauderdale from Los Angeles driving west on the 101 in under an hour, I don’t know. Turns out my sister was trying to take me to Big Sur. Not only were we in Ft Lauderdale but some mechanic from near Long Beach gave us his card. We determined he was to far to go to…far from where I live not from Ft Lauderdale.
I think I woke up close to that point. When I went back to sleep I dreamt that I was writing down what happened in my dream. Or maybe it wasnt two separate dreams and I just felt like it was. I dreamt that I was myself again and my sister looked like herself again too. I think I also dreamt that I was still in Ft Lauderdale. I woke up to gorgeous Steve all dressed and ready for work and standing above me asking me if I was going to go out today (to see if I needed the key). Not a bad thing to wake up to.