Posts Tagged ‘Dreams’

It’s doubtful this is the 333rd dream I’ve had that I’ve been driven to turn into a reality, but it’s appropriate. As I slept last night I had a very weird dream:

I recently came into another Ferris Bueller like moment of luck when the second half of a recent order gets shipped without being charged and ever noticed. This is the type of thing that has happened before of course. Just in the past year, I’ve won the lottery (along with a number of others) and had not one but two orders messed up in my favor. All for a total of close to $10,000. The only difference this time is that the mistake in my favor turns out to be closer to $25,000.

So after coming into this extra cash what do I do…? What any sensible guy would do of course, paid off a student loan which is a couple grand less. Not being happy with getting nothing for my money I end up deciding that a celebration is in order. I sell my 2004 Honda Accord 2dr with about 8000 miles for a cool $19,000 which goes perfectly well and is sold in the same week I put it on the market. Next thing you know, Dom’s driving me to various dealerships for random test drives. One of the best is held for last of course, after driving a WRX, Lexus, Infiniti, Nissan, Mercedes, we come to the BMW dealer. They’ve got the new generation of M3′s. Don’t need a test drive, I already know. Leather, sat nav, plenty of horses, nice and small… Dom’s eyes roll as I say “I’ll take it”. He’s in total disbelief and horror that I’ve just bought a $55,000 car without even a test drive. I get a little remark along the lines of “well since I’ve driven you everywhere for all these test drives you better let me drive it”. Oh my dear Dom, I’ll do one better.

Not being happy with just getting a new toy, I figure I’ll probably only get one chance to do it, and I’ll probably only ever be crazy enough to do it once. I sign up for European Delivery of my new car. Knowing I’ve not got a second person in the immediate vicinity in terms of family that would find this sort of trip interesting, I invite the only person that makes sense.

After so many days of Corey’s Law counteracting Dom’s Law there’s just one thing that can be done.

Time circuits on…
So a couple weeks later the flight is caught. Corey left for the airport 45 minutes before flight time, doesn’t wait in line for check in, and doesn’t get an anal cavity search by Homeland Security. Dom decided in favor of his Law and left 2 hours and 15 minutes before the scheduled flight time, he got caught in traffic for an extra 25 minutes. After checking in without any issues, other than a long line, Dom removes his laptop, shoes, change, wallet, and empties anything else in his pockets. Of course just as he steps through the line the metal detector goes off and they have him step aside. Being British and all they decide he could be a terrorist and proceed to pat him down. After collecting his things he makes his way to the Starbucks where Corey is already enjoying a nice mocha and just getting his SmartPhone out to send Dom an SMS.

The flight is long but okay since Corey forces Dom to actually use his laptop to play some random game over WiFi during the flight.

Hotel is nice as well. Corey’s Law strikes again and they mistakingly give us two full size rooms instead of a room with two beds.

The tour is sweet, the car is sweeter, drives wonderfully. Dom gets behind the wheel and agrees, says that it may be time to sell the RSX. Everything goes well, flight home is fine, car gets delivered without any issues, it’s fantastic, yadda yadda. The end.

Currently taking bets as to the likelihood of this dream becoming reality…