Last Saturday, on 5/17/08, I had the most surreal, lucid dream. I took a magical bicycle ride for many miles, all the way from the northern tip of Marina del Rey to a strip-mall-like Japanese area known as the Sawtelle and LaGrange intersection where I waited for the true beginning of my adventure.
I played hackeysack with a man on fire, a bumble-bee lady and devil-girl chatted, open-container alcoholic beverages were apparently legal, and impromptu jump-roping matches sprung up all over. This was the start of an encore of madness all with the backdrop of an army of 200 people in their 20's-30's on their bicycles, night lights blinking furiously all over.
Before I knew it, a man in a tuxedo on a retro-street bicycle pulled up, towing a baby carriage that held a massive speaker pumping 80's trance tunes. This would have held my attention, if it weren't for the fact I was immediately distracted by the pretend-fight that broke out between the cross-dressed man and the other man dressed as a gigantic pile of poo. Spongebob Squarepants then biked over and looked as confused as I was.
And we were off, terrorizing parking lots all over Westwood, heckling the automobiles that tried to cut us off, giggling at the confused-looking police officers that randomly passed by, occupying a valet-lot with bicycles held triumphantly above us, complete with fat 80's beats reigning down all over from the strange spirit in corperal form dressed in a tuxedo.
Maybe it was because I was listening to Joy Division the other day that I dreamt up this part where the tuxedo-clad bicycle DJ pumps up some New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle as we descend upon this poor Westwood 7-11:
Yeah my camera works in dream-land, sometimes (this was one of the last things to ever come out of my now-dead camera).
The insanity would reach levels as high as the sky where the fireworks we launched blew up to the terror of us and everyone. I woke up the next day a changed person, never to look at west Los Angeles the same way.
Last February I experienced this same dream, now I remember. My brother was there...so were other friends. I want to have this dream every third Saturday of every month, but sometimes life gets in the way. When things that get in the way are of equal awesomeness, it is hard to complain: I missed it in March I was busy showing a beautiful Australian girl some of the best, obscure, overlooked parts of Los Angeles shortly before she had to leave the country. I missed it again in April because another awesome girl and I were out to witness Sarah Silverman, Bob Odenkirk, Tim and Eric, the band Foreign Born, and other awesome people. But if my only complaint is that there was too much awesome stuff going on I think I have it prettaaaay prettaaaaay good.
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