Dream #1,270

Dreamt of standing on the dock out back of a roadhouse, looking over the lake at night. I watched as a man on a motorcycle came flying in over the water, his bike riding just over the surface. He had a younger girl on the back, holding on tight. As he slowed to a stop, his motorcycle sank waste deep into the lake. The girl was close to the dock and was able to get off without getting wet, but the man jumped right into water and waded in. And I though to myself, “This must be the type of bar where men are fully comfortable with wet pants.”

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