  urlLink part of my sleeping brought me to some place where i was sitting in front of a fridge and some lady was fixing my hair, like, spiking the front. another part of my sleeping brought me to somewhere completely unfamiliar -- supposedly in south jersey.
bob harris from lower bucks hospital and john shaughnessy were in the dream. how bob harris, a big man at urlLink lbh in more than one way, fit in my tiny bmw is a mystery to me. how he got out when the car broke down, i have even less of a clue. we were following joe caliva and his ragtag caravan somewheree. i can't remember. the thing wouldn't move whenever i let go of the clutch and hit the gas. it just sort of made funny noises, and maybe decided to move three feet. and then the cops were trying to get me to move, but they wouldn't approach me or anything. they were signalling to get out of the way, so i got out of the car and watched a fire truck fly by.
and then i hiked back to the gym we started our driving at, and there's my brother sitting at a fold-up table. he calls me asking dumb questions about why i'm not helping him with his car, and i scream, because my car is fucking busted! and i throw the phone right at him, and it bounces off the wall and nearly shatters. never mind the fact that he calls me on the cell phone while he's right in front of me. and never mind the fact that i can't hear him except from the cell phone. and then when i pick up my phone and turn it on and it's not working properly, the only thing i'm sad about is that i lost will hoge's cell. 
