I had the weirdest dream last night. I went to bed kida happy after looking at all the pretty imagerie from the Hidalgo premiere, but then I dreamt that my dad told me to go do and turn off the car (he was warming it). So I go down, and there's this cute white new WV beetle in there (my dad has a very old one) and I decided I needed to give a small ride around the neighborhood. When I reached one of the avenues, I saw a taxi in from of me roll, skid and turn over in the most awful accident ever. That kinda made me go back to my building again and park the car. I didn't want that happening to me, specially when I wans't supposed to take the car.

But then, I parked the beetle and took my dad's motorcycle: a badass Harley-Davidson (something that of course, we don't have) and decided to take it for a ride around the neightborhood, because really, a motorcycle is much less risky than a beetle. I wish I could tell you how good it felt to ride that -- I felt like ridng over clouds, just fantastic. Plus, the hum of the motor is quite pleasing. So, I'm cruising around, and I find this church out of nowhere, and it turns out someone I know is getting married. When I get off the bike, I look like quite the HOG, with great boots and leather pants, and my ass looked just like Kylie Minogue's -- perfection. I find an old friend from college there, and I'm fucking filing his nails whil we're speaking. It seems I can't handle a bad manicure.

After we talk I find someone else outside the church. I don't know who it was, but I know this guy and make him hom with me in the Harley. Afterwards, without getting into specifics, this guy (bless him, whoever he was) did a good job in the sexual satisfaction area. He had fantastic hands, I tell you.

After that, I remember him feeding me sushi with chopsticks, and that was it.

Anyone care to analyze it?