Relaxing All Cool...

I can't remember exactly what the dream was about. I woke up hours ago, so the memory has blurred. I just remember a somewhat patriotic bike. Everyone was on bikes (everyone, meaning the cousins). All the bikes had a special something to them, though. There was one someone had left laying on the floor, so I borrowed it. The special thing about this one was that it looked more like a motorcycle, and the handle bars weren't attached. They still functioned, though. It was wireless (or metal-barless). There was no pedal, though. To make it go, you had to slowly slide your hand over the handlebar (like an iPod, to switch through songs). It went way too fast, though. I couldn't get the hang of it.

Somehow, the dream turned into something else. I was in a department store with a few friends. I can't remember everyone that was there, but I'm assuming it was the whole "Garbage gang." We were walking through the store to get into the mall. A lot of people were doing the same. It was a large store, and the walkway seemed to have many twists and turns. I looked back and noticed Duke Erikson walking a few feet behind us and was talking on his cell phone. He was wearing glasses, as always, and was looking very relaxed and happy. I slowed down my pace, hoping he'd catch up to us. He finally did, and I greeted him. He was off his cell phone. He said hello back, and we started to chat (we, as in all of us). We invited him and the rest of the band back to Ellie's place to hang out. To my surprised, he was up for it.

Unfortunately, that's when I woke up.