Duncan

1/9/12

Brussels Sprout

I enter the dream sitting behind a computer, reading a thread of conversation on facebook between my unicyclist friends, we are discussing a possible trip away. When I read the text I can hear their voices inside my head, as though it is real conversation. We eventually decide upon brussles as our destination (I had just done a sketch of a brussle sprout flying though space before I went to bed). I can hear James talking about how Brussles would be a good place to go and that the only brussle sprout that he knew (thats what he called people from brussles) was a good person - he said that when he was young his father left the family and one of his friends dads was from brussles took over as his father figure and would do impressions of his dad. His mum kind of went off the rails and he remembers at one dinner when she came downstairs wearing nothing but her underware after being with another man.
At this point the dreamscape has changed and I am in a dark room listening to James speak (he is actualy present now). While he is talking I get a vision of a racing game in my mind. The cars are little sprint cars with advertising on the front which reads "Michellen.. Maybe." I joke that the 'maybe' is there incase they lose and would say that they werent Michellen afterall. It seems that the game is in my mind but James can see it too. We spend a bit of time racing on a large track in a pine forest. I am doing well right until the final corner when I take it too fast and swing really wide. All the other cars pass me and head down the final straight. Somehow I manage to accellerate fast enough to catch up and just pass them in time to win the race.
We continue to race for a while more - James is just watching now and and my sister and Dad have showed up.
Somewhere I get the idea to use the controller as a skateboard and direct the car by leaning on it as you would steer a skateboard - this makes me go EXTREMELY fast, I can feel the speed of the car as though I am inside it, it feels as though I am going over 300kmh.
I lap all the cars and am going to win easily... Until the final straight... again.
This time I bump between some roadcones and start to spin out of controll, I thin catch my front typre on something and get flipped over, doing at least 6 or 7 spins in mid-air before coming to a stop. All the cars pass me and this time i come dead last.
After returning my focus to the room I ask dad how fast I was going - he mumbles something unintelligible and then my alarm wakes me up.