A very Weird Sb Dream - Striper Talk Striped Bass Fishing, Surfcasting, Boating

RickBomba · 09-28-2007, 05:22 AM

Anyhow, this may get a little rambling, but I just wanted to write it down before I forget it.
I made the mistake of going to sleep last night with the patch on.

OK so I have this dream that about 30 of us are staying at my parent's house for a SB.Com bike competition, organized by Tattoobob. Now, the dream is so vivid that I remember most everybody there...Mikey, TTB, Jimbo, JohnR, RP24, BBJ, chrisL, Milo, Goose, basslessmaster (and it gets a little fuzzy after that). So Bob is making out the racing brackets, John keeps yelling at me because Mikey and #^&#^&#^&#^&y are snaking me mimosas from the kitchen.
Anyhow, we end up racing around the Quabbin in Belchertown, which in my dream is now an ocean and looks just like Hampton Beach. Mikey and I stop because there's a massive blitz on peanut bunker, and everybody passes us on the bikes calling us "fools."
We call my sister-in-law, who has hidden my Avalanche on the new main drag of Belchertown, race to find the pack of cycling SB.Com'ers, and announce that there's going to be an awards ceremony at my parent's house immediately.
Mikey and I pull back to my parent's house, I race downstairs to look for #^&#^&#^&#^&y's fishing rods, I come upstairs, and Mikey's miraculously dressed in his "trademark" surfcasting regalia (including duct-taped pants to stop what he calls "wader wedgie"), and he's pissed off (as he usually is in the morning) saying we can't go fishing because "all those bassturds drank all my Twisted Teas."
Then the alarm clock went off.
This is absolutely the craziest, most random, and entertaining dream I've ever had...just felt like sharing.
OK gotta go to work.
Later,
Rick