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I had this dream last night, about a motorcycle. It was blue and white, but I didn't know what kind it was. All I know is that it wasn't a ninja.
In the dream I'm riding it and having trouble shifting because the gears are all fudged up. So I stop at this restaurant to take a break from fighting with the bad shifting and ride it right on in there. I go to get off the bike and sit at the table, but I can't just leave the bike...the kickstand isn't staying down. I try to lean it against the wall, but the tires are now like wood, and the bike starts to slip out away from the wall. So what do I do? I sit on the bike AT the table. There were just no other options. After getting really mad and a little desperate, I woke up.
So what's the moral of the story? Get a ninja and none of this would ever happen.
In the dream I'm riding it and having trouble shifting because the gears are all fudged up. So I stop at this restaurant to take a break from fighting with the bad shifting and ride it right on in there. I go to get off the bike and sit at the table, but I can't just leave the bike...the kickstand isn't staying down. I try to lean it against the wall, but the tires are now like wood, and the bike starts to slip out away from the wall. So what do I do? I sit on the bike AT the table. There were just no other options. After getting really mad and a little desperate, I woke up.
So what's the moral of the story? Get a ninja and none of this would ever happen.