I dreamed a montage of odd things last evening. Not that this is unusual. I only remember one though. I remembered the other odd stuff this morning when I got up, but now I can't think of them. Isn't that weird how that happens?

Anyway the one I remember was that I had to ride one of those scooters generally reserved for elderly folk because my back was so bad and I couldn't ride in a car without being in agony. For some reason my mom was walking with me in a neighborhood and we were trying to get somewhere, but it was proving difficult because the scooter wasn't as fast as a car. I was impatient. She was impatient. Then the scooter quit working. And we threw up our hands and gave up and walked home.


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