Had an especially vivid dream just now.
It started out with me, my Brother, Granny Bernadette and some old friends of Granny Mabel’s traveling down a wooded highway.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“We’re on Vacation,” my Brother said.
“Where?”
“The South of France.”
Then we started ascending a really large hill. The scene was so vivid I could swear I was there. I could look around and see the individual leaves on the trees, which were subtly different from the ones in Kentucky. Our car’s engine started giving a high-pitched whine from being at maximum power due to the ascent.
“Wow, this is a really big hill. I think it’s probably the only thing I’ll remember about the South of France,” I quipped.
“Probably so, we haven’t really done much else while we’ve been here,” my brother said. “Granny has torpedoed almost everything we have wanted to do.” (He was referring to Granny Bernadette.)
“Who are all these people with us?”
“Isabel, her children, and an old lady I don’t remember… I wish I could remember her name, because she’s so friendly it’s almost like she’s a member of the family.”
“Wasn’t it… Isotta?” I said. “That’s it, she’s a friend of Granny Mabel’s and her name is Isotta.”
For some reason, although we were here with Granny Bernadette, a bunch of Granny Mabel’s friends had tagged along. Isabel was an old college classmate of my mother’s who ended up marrying a man from France, she’s probably the one we were staying with. And Isotta was an old lady whose connection to my Granny Mabel I don’t really understand to this day.
“Dad,” I asked, realizing he was there as well, “If we’re not going to do anything else here in France, can we just lay around and stay drunk on wine?”
No response.
Soon we stopped at a gas station and filled up. Continuing on our way, suddenly everyone in the car was replaced with a strange man and woman, and they were explaining they had paid $2.50 to a man on eBay to use his Soul Energy to have Spirit Sex with each other, and it was a horrid experience they would never do again. I was aghast, because apparently this had used up the man’s life, and even though he wanted to die I viewed it as reprehensible.
Suddenly we saw a man parachuting down from above. The strange man driving the car, who wore a full beard, said, “Oh crap.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“That’s me parachuting down from up there. I did that a few hours ago.”
“What should we do, shouldn’t we avoid him?”
“No, we’ll go ahead and pick him up. It won’t cause a Paradox or anything. He’ll understand what’s happened as soon as he sees me, then we can explain it further.”
So we stopped and helped the man out of his parachute and he winced as soon as he saw his “later self.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, “We know everything. $2.50, Soul Energy, Spirit Sex, the whole deal.”
“How are you driving this car?” he asked his later self. “You’ve never driven a day in your life. Are you relying on beginner’s luck?”
His later self gestured to a small bag of Haribo Gold Bears, a Gummi Bears style of candy. “I’ve been consuming these to gain their power.”
We all had a hearty laugh at that. It must be working, I thought, because the man’s later self was driving impeccably!
“I don’t want to wake up, but I know now that this is a dream and I feel I can’t control myself,” I said to my Brother.
“Well, don’t worry,” he said. “This dream is probably real, and you can find a copy of it on the Internet.”
Then credits rolled, and there were an unusual number of French names in the credits.