Dreamcycle.

I was stuck at the farthest point away from my house, on the other side of town, with just my bike. I started riding through the industrial district and refineries. Eventually I got to a train station. My dad was there hanging out with some friends. I told him I’d see him when I got home. I kept riding home through neighborhoods. At a point, I got to a street that I recognized, Yorktown. Its a street pretty close to my house. It got dark outside, and instead of a regular street and sidewalk, Yorktown was a flaming, volcanic rock trail with flowing magma. I started riding my bike down it. About half way down, I saw a tank coming up the trail from behind me and I stopped to look at it. It was shooting flaming dodge-balls as it drove. I wanted to see it hit a street sign with a dodge-ball so I motioned it to turn around when it passed me. The tank turned around and aimed the cannon at me. I got off my bike and asked why. The driver replied: “You think you’re so cool because you’re John Nelson and you’re the kicker.” to which I replied: “I’m not even a kicker anymore.” The driver told me “Oh, we’re cool then.” Then the tank shot a flaming dodge-ball at the street sign and it exploded into several small flaming dodge-balls. The tank drove off. As I was getting off my bike, I realized I left some things on the ground that I had to take home. There was a folder, a pancake, a slice of breakfast ham, and scrambled eggs. I piled the items on top of one another and got back on my bike. And then I woke up…