Making up for Monday

[triadruid]

Apparently in an effort to propitiate wildnsquirrelly's desire for over-the-top dreams, this morning's last sequence was turned up to 11, if not actually 12.

Started out fairly innocuously: apparently it was some sort of Vault/Red Bull commercial I was watching, in which our hapless heroes in their compact sedan go through a series of unlikely stunt maneuvers involving the Rocky Mountains, the rack of skis on top of their car becoming used as runners, jumps, skids, and launchings, ending up with them safely on the other side of the massive cliff they had been descending in the snow. Or something; it was all very exciting but sort of incoherent, like watching a Looney Tunes cartoon.

Then, of course, the perspective shifts and it's featherynscale and I in the car, possibly still as hapless fratboys, and we've got to decide whether to go back and pick up our skis or not, or buy wholly new ones when we get to wherever we're going. We decide to go back, which involves going ALL the way back to our city of origin, but then a dozen small delays take place; I have to switch into boots rather than the sneakers I had one, my companion (still featherynscale, but now looking a bit like Kris Kristofferson) wants to upgrade to a truck instead of our compact car... and by the end of this thing, we're towing like four vehicles in sequence, largest to smallest, and barely left town again, when I wake up.

No clue what that was all about. Yesterday was actually pretty boring, so my brain had to compensate at night?!?

::edit:: And then Firefox crashes right before I post this. Thank Gods for saved drafts...

Comments

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I would like to point out that a) I <3 small cars, and would never want to drive anything larger than my Civic, and b) I look nothing like Kris Kristofferson.

[wildnsquirrelly.livejournal.com]

...and c) would freak Right the Hell Out^tm if found doing flips & rolls & whatnot in a car.

Not that anyone'd really blame you.