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HappyScrappy
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I was standing in a parking lot. I don't recall why, but I was wearing long polyester bell bottoms (white) and had on a tight vest over a blue shirt - I can only imagine that Saturday Night Fever was the inspiration for that outfit. But it was set in today, or last night rather. But daytime.
I was standing there looking around, and I think talking to someone - don't recall what about.
But then I heard music and talking and I realized I was in a commercial. Not a commercial shoot - but the actual commercial - like I was in the TV. It was an ad for the new retro comeback of the ... not sure what. I think it was either a Pontiac Firebird or a Trans-AM - whatever it was, it just screamed mullet. But these blew me away - they had a fin system in the back that was reminiscent of the batmobile. 3 of them rolled into the parking lot. One was cherry red and I could see my reflection in it as it drove by, but looking at those smooth lines and those huge fins in the back - I could only see myself behind the wheel - I had to have one. it was retro. it was cool.
Then pulled in a station wagon version - also with fins - it was retro aerodynamic in styling and it was a very pale yellow, almost a skintone.
Then the music changed dramatically and in came the bad ass. Rolling through the entrace of the parking lot and across the pavement, slow-mo past my eyes, I saw the blue one, with the super-charged blower in the front, I knew this was the sport version that was all suped up. I suppose to add extra emphasis, the entire thing was covered, every square inch of it, in sparkling bedazzeled goodness - the sun glinted off of it like the way the light dances over a disco ball - a rainbow of colors filled my eyes, and a swelling of passion filled my soul - I HAD to have that car.
It reminds me of doing shrooms.
fucking weird dream.
but it was the first dream in a long time I've had where people weren't chasing me. not that I can recall at least.
I was standing there looking around, and I think talking to someone - don't recall what about.
But then I heard music and talking and I realized I was in a commercial. Not a commercial shoot - but the actual commercial - like I was in the TV. It was an ad for the new retro comeback of the ... not sure what. I think it was either a Pontiac Firebird or a Trans-AM - whatever it was, it just screamed mullet. But these blew me away - they had a fin system in the back that was reminiscent of the batmobile. 3 of them rolled into the parking lot. One was cherry red and I could see my reflection in it as it drove by, but looking at those smooth lines and those huge fins in the back - I could only see myself behind the wheel - I had to have one. it was retro. it was cool.
Then pulled in a station wagon version - also with fins - it was retro aerodynamic in styling and it was a very pale yellow, almost a skintone.
Then the music changed dramatically and in came the bad ass. Rolling through the entrace of the parking lot and across the pavement, slow-mo past my eyes, I saw the blue one, with the super-charged blower in the front, I knew this was the sport version that was all suped up. I suppose to add extra emphasis, the entire thing was covered, every square inch of it, in sparkling bedazzeled goodness - the sun glinted off of it like the way the light dances over a disco ball - a rainbow of colors filled my eyes, and a swelling of passion filled my soul - I HAD to have that car.
It reminds me of doing shrooms.
fucking weird dream.
but it was the first dream in a long time I've had where people weren't chasing me. not that I can recall at least.
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