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I had a dream last night where I was riding in an old Jeep Wagoneer like my parents had when I was a child with 3 girls and 2 guys who were all in their early 20’s. I am not sure if we were wrapping-up our time in college or if we had already graduated and were getting away for the weekend.

When the dream started, I was in the middle of the front seat riding between a tall girl with shoulder length dark brown hair who was driving and a short girl with long red hair who was riding by the window. I remember both girls were wearing jeans, brown knee boots, and leather jackets. In the back seat were two tall guys who were each riding by the window and a shorter girl riding between them right behind me. I had a 24 ounce can of beer between my legs that I was sipping on as was everyone one else in the Jeep except the dark hair girl that was driving us. We are driving down the interstate and mountains are in view in the windshield.

As we are getting closer to the mountains, the driver turns off of the interstate and then pulls into a gas station. The guy sitting behind the driver seat gets out to pump gas and the girl driving gets out to be with him, while the guy sitting on the passenger side and the girl sitting in the middle go into get some beer and snacks. I start to undo my seatbelt to get out as well, but the redhead sitting on my right puts her arm around me and says I am staying with her. I figure the driver and guy sitting behind her must be a couple because they are hugging on each other and the guy behind her and the girl next to him must be a couple as well since they are walking arm and arm. I have never seen any of them before, but figure the redhead invited me on the trip since she seems to know everyone else and is trying to snuggle with me. While we are in the Wagoneer by ourselves, she is keeping her arm around me and wanting to snuggle. I can tell by the way she is talking that she is starting to get a little tipsy and can smell the beer on her breath when she cuddles with me. As we wait, she starts getting more and more flirty and is grabbing onto me stronger as she keeps cuddling with me.

The guy and girl that went into the store come back first with a few cases of beer and a few bags of snacks. After the are in, the girl reaches her hand into a bag and pulls out two 24 ounce beers and says we look thirsty as she hands them to me and the redhead. I put mine between my legs and quickly finish off the last few sips of the open one I was working on. About the time I finish, the driver and her boyfriend are opening their doors and getting back in. As she is sitting down in the driver seat, she sees the redhead and I both have empty beer cans and grabs them from us and gets back out to throw them away. She then asks he boyfriend if they have any empties and then takes the empty cans from him and throws them away before getting back in the driver seat and starting up the Wagoneer and pulling away from the gas pump.

As we are getting close to the mountains, I can see that it is fall as the leaves have turned and are in peak color. The redhead puts her arm around me and pulls me towards her with a really strong grip and tells me how beautiful she the trees look as I can smell the beer on her breath. She lets go of me to take a few sips of beer and I open the fresh can between my legs and take a few sips as the dark haired girl pays attention to the road while the redhead puts her head on my shoulder.

Soon we are climbing up the mountain and the road is getting windy. The road makes a sharp left turn, the redhead falls on me and shouts Opportunity Corner and then grabs me tight and cuddles with me. Then the road makes a sharp right turn and my body falls on the redhead and she shouts Opportunity Corner again and grabs me tight and snuggles with me again. As we continue to drive up the mountain anytime we make a sharp turn, the redhead shouts Opportunity Corner and the grabs me and cuddles with me.

As we keep driving up the mountain, the redhead keep grabbing me with an increasingly stronger grip and cuddling longer each time we go around a curve as she is getting more and more tipsy. While her opportunity corner game was cute at first, it is getting more annoying each time we go around a curve and she does it. I look over at the dark haired girl in the driver seat to my left and can tell she is also stating to get annoyed with having to listen to the redhead scream each time we go around a curve. I try to tell the redhead that maybe she should stop playing this game, but she grabs me and pulls me towards her and says she loves cuddling with me. I eventually woke up from this dream while we were still driving up the mountain on a never ending road and the redhead was cuddling with me anytime we went around a curve and getting on everyone’s nerves including mine.

I am sitting at a table in my old high school's cafeteria.*

*I am not sure if this is merely a fleeting fragment of a separate dream in and of itself or if it is a precursor/transition to:

I am in New Orleans, sitting at a table - circular, black wrought iron - on the sidewalk outside of a series of buildings that include: The Boot, The Mushroom and Crepes a la Cart. At my table are a mix of people I knew from high school and college. There are a few more tables, of the same type, on either side of me. They have the same general mix of high school and college acquaintances. I vaguely recall that one of the adjacent tables has the "tier 1" cool kids and my table has the "tier 2" still-cool-but-not-as-cool-kids (reminiscent of the popularity hierarchy of lunch tables at my middle school).

One of the kids, either at my table or the adjacent table, ask if I had sex with this one girl; she is sitting at one of the two tables (my recollection is hazy as to which). I, at least in my dream, was certain that I did in fact have sex with her (I have no idea where the absolute certainty in my dream came from). However, I don't answer the question directly, instead I nonchalantly shrug off the question in a way that indicates that I did, but I prefer to be a coy dick about it.

People get up and start to leave. A guy at my table is frantically looking around. I see, now that everyone has gotten up, that there is a bunch of junk strewn under the table. I bend down to look and see a man's bra* on the ground as well as a wad of money. The guy searching tell me he is looking for a credit card, which I see it on the ground, under a chair, and hand to him.

*Literally no idea why - however I explicitly clarified that the bra was a man's in the dream journal I use upon walking up (it is to be noted that I wrote it in a half-sleep daze).

Next Dream:

I am looking in a mirror and see that one of my bottom teeth, in the middle of the bottom row, is sticking out higher than the rest and is quite loose/wobbly. I doesn't hurt though. I decide to get it looked at. In order to get to the dentist I go to Ochsner Hospital in New Orleans and use this pseudo-helicopter contraption I find there. It is incredibly small, similar in scale to a smart car - if not smaller, and very high tech; there is just enough room inside to sit down comfortably. From the Hospital it autopilots me to the dentist. Directly in front of me is a flat screen monitor that displays where I am as there are no windows. The screen shows me circling the entire world, in maybe 30 seconds, before crossing back over North America to New Orleans. During the trip these mechanical arms come out and give me a shot of something into my mouth which I vaguely remember as fleetingly numbing my mouth (possibly Novocain).

I land on the roof of a building and flatten/fold up the pseudo-copter so that I can carry it around with me; it is very light. I make my way down to a hallway with doors for medical and business related offices on either side. My dentist (in the dream - not reality)* is in this hallway. However, I find a different business when I walk into his office. I slip out before anyone sees me and walk back and forth down the hallway thinking that I may have used the wrong door. After a few rounds I check the sign outside the should-be office door. Apparently, the dentist had changed offices, but did not inform me.

*He is, in reality, an old family-friend and a physician my family often goes to in NYC, but for whatever reason he is my dream dentist.

At a stand still I look down the hallway and see Hulk Holgan (HH), in a business suit, talking to a tall black man with short dreadlocks also in a suit. I listen in and hear that the man has hired HH to do a commercial for his burger chain. HH asks for a few minutes to get ready before the commerical starts filming and the chain owner walks into his office.

As I walk by HH offers to give my tooth a look. I readily agree and offer, in turn, to help him with a slogan for the burger commercial. While checking out my tooth, HH tells me that he was thinking of using "like a million dollars" as the slogan. I think for a second and try "better than cashing a paycheck" which he likes more. HH then pulls out my tooth and I immediately feel better. However, there is now a large gap in the middle of my bottom row of teeth. HH says that I can get a filling later, but it wouldn't close the gap, only make it more stable; I'm not too happy about that, but there is nothing I can do about it at the moment.

I look around see LaMarcus Aldridge (LA) standing next to HH and me. He offers to go get food with me, but HH tells me not to, that it isn't such a good idea. I ignore him and, with LA, I walk down the hallway. We head outside into a fairly hard rain and I realize that I am at the University of Texas. LA jogs over to an outside basketball court where the University of Texas basketball team is practicing. LA joins them as I walk over to watch the practice. Right past the end of the court, on the side closest to me, is a line of marching band drummers practicing.

The drummers are in a single file line and all decked out in marching band uniforms. At one side of the line is an administrative-looking older gentleman handing out diplomas and shaking the hands. I walk wast the line and see, about 8 feet beyond the drum line, an adjacent line of brass players (trumpets, etc.) playing their instruments. I keep walking and move past the brass line coming to a small and long hill that levels out into a paved parking lot. The father of an old friend of mine is standing at the top. He shakes my hand and congratulates me on graduating (I think - the dream gets hazy and I wake up around this point).