I was in Chico, riding a bicycle with a CB radio on it and talking with Zookeeper, a local CBer. I could only get a brief connection with Sharon, who was at our house in Paradise, talking on the base station. Her voice came in clear, but I knew I'd never get to her with my little bicycle rig. There was an element of guilt for me, as I was out doing errands and dilly dallying in getting home, pursuing my own agenda.
Somewhere in this dream, my friend Brian, aka Bongo, aka Jethro Q. Walrustitty figured in. The dream was too thin, though and never developed a story line of any kind.
In other, anti-climatic news, my psycho message to dream girl was responded to with a "thumbs up." I guess I should consider it a win not to have generated a negative response, or worse icy silence. But my guess is there isn't the proper emogi for "thumbs up with eye-rolling and head shaking."
I'm not sure what I was hoping for, I really didn't have any thought that this would be something that would ever amount to anything. Logistics alone kind of kill it, but adding in my clearly unmarketable condition, who was I kidding? I got caught up in the feeling for a minute and went with it. Sue me.
Back to my hum-drum, boring days and scraping the empty barrel of my dreams at night.
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