Traveling With Friends
February 17th, 2018
9:30am
I was on a motorcycle that looked oddly like my actual motorcycle only there is no back bar. It was me and two other guys all on it. We we're new but very close friends. I was in the very back but for some reason had the perspective of being almost directly to the left of the guy in front of me.
It was very late in the evening and the sky was dark. The guy driving the motorcycle knew where we were going and drove with confidence as well as speed. We encountered a number of oddly placed traffic congestions of up to 8 or 9 cars at most, and occasionally a semi truck or two as well. It was odd because we were traveling through the countryside on old one lane roads.
There were two notable instances of skill for the guy driving the bike. One was at an intersection with a single orange street light. We were to make our last turn before final stretch reaching our destination. Without being able to see any length of distance down the turn, we turn left. As soon as we do there are about 5 cars backed up and driving slow next to a semi that's pulled over. We weaved in between the cars and the semi before cutting in front of the third to last car, hopping into the empty oncoming lane and speeding off ahead of all that nonsense. We laughed together as we left the intersection to the dark night behind us.
The other instance was much more breath taking. After about another twenty minutes or so the road starts to become better paved and curbs and traffic walls begin to appear. A body of water, a river I think, cuts through the trees and starts to run close to the road. We occasionally catch glimpses of out destination through the trees in the distance. It was some sort of travel hub. I don't think it was specifically an airport, but it was famously massive. As we get closer patches of fog start to roll through. For whatever reason we didn't have our headlight on, and never turned it on. The first few patches were brief and only came up to our chests at most, but we could see ahead that it was deep and thick. The road being so close to the water became a bridge of some sort with cement traffic walls on either side of our now narrowing lane. Myself and the guy in the middle began to jokingly question the front man's skill and ability to get us there in one piece. We all laugh and me and the middle man grab each other's arms and clench. With each patch of fog being deeper and taller, and the road curving for a long while to the left and then to the right, we all three started to yell as we couldn't even see each other. It was like a thrill ride, and we weren't slowing down. Though me and the middle man clenched each other's arms all the tighter we didn't feel in danger or unsafe. I feel us complete the left curve and start the right knowing that the road walls are within a foot of me on either side. It was tense and exciting. It wasn't dark so much as it was very light grey. I still don't know what the source of light was that made us able to see the fog for it's color.
As we completed the curve right and straighten out, the fog began to thin. We pop out onto the grand roadway entrance to the massive hub and stop. After the briefest moment we all three burst with laughter at one another for the noises we made while in the fog. We then look back and fourth at the hub and each other with a sense of accomplishment plastered across our faces. We pick up our feet and start up the road to the main entrance.
I wake up. I grab think of my sister as I grab my phone to begin writing down my dream. I hear a door open and close. I kick my feet to try to get the blanket over them in vain. I feel like I'm sinking and being sluggishly enveloped by the blanket. I can't concentrate enough to begin writing down my dream.
I wake up.
9:30am
I was on a motorcycle that looked oddly like my actual motorcycle only there is no back bar. It was me and two other guys all on it. We we're new but very close friends. I was in the very back but for some reason had the perspective of being almost directly to the left of the guy in front of me.
It was very late in the evening and the sky was dark. The guy driving the motorcycle knew where we were going and drove with confidence as well as speed. We encountered a number of oddly placed traffic congestions of up to 8 or 9 cars at most, and occasionally a semi truck or two as well. It was odd because we were traveling through the countryside on old one lane roads.
There were two notable instances of skill for the guy driving the bike. One was at an intersection with a single orange street light. We were to make our last turn before final stretch reaching our destination. Without being able to see any length of distance down the turn, we turn left. As soon as we do there are about 5 cars backed up and driving slow next to a semi that's pulled over. We weaved in between the cars and the semi before cutting in front of the third to last car, hopping into the empty oncoming lane and speeding off ahead of all that nonsense. We laughed together as we left the intersection to the dark night behind us.
The other instance was much more breath taking. After about another twenty minutes or so the road starts to become better paved and curbs and traffic walls begin to appear. A body of water, a river I think, cuts through the trees and starts to run close to the road. We occasionally catch glimpses of out destination through the trees in the distance. It was some sort of travel hub. I don't think it was specifically an airport, but it was famously massive. As we get closer patches of fog start to roll through. For whatever reason we didn't have our headlight on, and never turned it on. The first few patches were brief and only came up to our chests at most, but we could see ahead that it was deep and thick. The road being so close to the water became a bridge of some sort with cement traffic walls on either side of our now narrowing lane. Myself and the guy in the middle began to jokingly question the front man's skill and ability to get us there in one piece. We all laugh and me and the middle man grab each other's arms and clench. With each patch of fog being deeper and taller, and the road curving for a long while to the left and then to the right, we all three started to yell as we couldn't even see each other. It was like a thrill ride, and we weren't slowing down. Though me and the middle man clenched each other's arms all the tighter we didn't feel in danger or unsafe. I feel us complete the left curve and start the right knowing that the road walls are within a foot of me on either side. It was tense and exciting. It wasn't dark so much as it was very light grey. I still don't know what the source of light was that made us able to see the fog for it's color.
As we completed the curve right and straighten out, the fog began to thin. We pop out onto the grand roadway entrance to the massive hub and stop. After the briefest moment we all three burst with laughter at one another for the noises we made while in the fog. We then look back and fourth at the hub and each other with a sense of accomplishment plastered across our faces. We pick up our feet and start up the road to the main entrance.
I wake up. I grab think of my sister as I grab my phone to begin writing down my dream. I hear a door open and close. I kick my feet to try to get the blanket over them in vain. I feel like I'm sinking and being sluggishly enveloped by the blanket. I can't concentrate enough to begin writing down my dream.
I wake up.
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