So, last night, I had One Funky Dream.
I finally went to bed at 3:33 am after a long night of working on puzzles on the computer. As I slept, I dreamed that it was my 40th birthday (which really is coming up) and my wife and I were at a Pela Concert (they have broken up though and now are called We are Augustines) enjoying ourselves. As we were watching the show, Tom Petty stood next to us and told me Happy Birthday. It was totally crazy! My wife and I struck up a conversation with Tom and he invited us to join him on his tour bus for a drink. We headed over with him and jumped on his bus.
He offered us each a Hop Knot from Four Peaks and we sat and chatted. The next thing I knew, he had changed into Shaun Palmer. It was one of those things that seemed weird, but we didn't seem to notice in the dream. Shaun's bus started moving and we asked where we were going. He said that Snow Bowl just got 18" of fresh powder and he was treating us to a private day on the mountain-he had reserved the whole mountain for just his friends and himself. We were a bit concerned since our sitter was told that we would be home after the show. Neither of us seemed to care though and just went along for the ride.
On our first run down, we were amazed by how few people were on the hill. I would guess only about 112 total. The only person we recognized was Colin Powell. And he, for some odd reason, recognized us. In fact, he really liked us and wanted to hear all about our twerps. So, we sat in the lodge and Colin bought us a pitcher of Oak Creek Nut Brown while he listened to our goofy twerp stories. When we finished the pitcher, he invited us to join him and Anna Kournikova for a short 5 day Grand Canyon hike (which is what I am actually doing for my 40th Birthday) down the Nankoweap trail.
Throwing our cares into the wind, we accepted his offer and followed him to his truck. He just happened to have 2 backpacks for us in the back of his 2008 F-350 crew cab pickup. Anna was already in the passenger seat and hollered, "Come on, let's hit the road!" We jumped in and Colin drove us to the trailhead. Animal Collective's Merriweather Post Pavilion album played exactly once on the rockin' sound system along the drive. We all put back a 90 minute IPA while we loaded our packs and started hiking down the trail, but then Colin disappeared. Again, it seems strange now, but no one really cared in the dream. So Anna and my wife and I started down the trail. About halfway down, we ran into a group of 3 people hiking out...IT WAS US!
At this point, things got really FUNKY! Our backpacks turned into some sort of jet pack type of things that were powered by light. The second versions of ourselves started flying over the Canyon and we watched the first version of ourselves shrink into ants as we flew away. Anna had someone next her all of a sudden. I had no idea who it was though. We flew for about 10 minutes and landed on a mountain on Moorea, Tahiti. After we landed, I recognized the other person that joined us in the air. It was Will Ferrell and he had a six pack of Dale's Pale Ale. For some reason, at this point I had a GPS and we all agreed to grab a geocache. The GPS said we were only 510 feet from Moorea Falls 2. Will led us over there and he actually was the first person to find it. When he opened it, there was a small wooden figure that had a tag attached to it that said, "Please water me." I had never seen one of these before but my wife said she had (which was strange since she hardly ever caches). She took the water bottle from her Light-Jet-Backpack and dumped some on the wooden figure. Instantly it grew into a full sized wooden woman who then momentarily transformed into Danica Patrick.
Danica said she had been trapped in that cache by the evil bdharrisaz for over a year. She was so relieved to be out of there that she offered to drive us back home in her specially designed ocean race car-it could drive on water and also used the water as fuel. We accepted her offer (since we had no idea what day it was now and if our sitter was still watching our twerps) and left Anna and Will to themselves on the island. The drive took only 34 minutes and 40 seconds-The exact length of the album Paparazzi Lightning by Ghostland Observatory, which played for the entire drive. Danica dropped us at our door and said goodbye. There was a 22oz bottle of Rogue Dead Guy Ale sitting on the entry table. We walked in and found our sitter sleeping on the couch. As I went to shake her to wake her up...I woke up. I felt weird, kind of like I had just experienced something, but didn't know what. I looked at the alarm clock and it was only 4:00 am.
That was One Funky Dream