I would like to thank this thread for the weird dreams last night and the song that refuses to leave my poor brain.
I'd gone to bed wondering what kind of name to give my tangerine Buddy125. The sight of it seems so cheery and makes me want to smile and laugh. A different feel from the cream colored Buddy50 I had which had a more of a labrador dog companion kind of feel to it. I'd also been wondering how to mod it's paintjob so that it was unique in a way that if stolen it would be immediately recognizeable. These thoughts, and this thread, resulted in the following...
In my dream there was a harrowing close call in which a recreational truck (big wheels jacked up, roll bars, etc) rode right up on my tail to the point that he, i think, was trying to see if he could tap my top case with his front bumper. I was doing 45 in a 50mph road. He was honking at me and yelling at me to get off the road. But it's not like he allowed me any slow down room and seemed to think that it's perfectly ok to just pull over into a shoulderless road without any space nor timing needed. Either that or that somehow I could do a 90 degree turn onto the upcoming dirt roads while doing 45mph.
Anyways, the road is frequented by biker groups and one small group happened to pass by from the opposite direction. One of the guys saw what was going on, did a U turn and was going to try to help me..somehow, I dunno how. Finally the loose dirt and gravel parking lot opened up and I turned into it, sliding along the ground on our sides. (yes, I was wearing proper riding jacket and pants thank goodness.) I was so hyped up on adrenaline and ticked (mild word) off that I jumped up before I realized I was hurt and picked up a good sized rock and threw it at his truck. Well, you know how dreams go....I actually hit it!! smacked right into his back window. The trucker (not wheeler trucker, but this jerk) got ticked that I dare do that and he pulled into the parking lot and then tried to run me and my scooter over. The biker had stopped to help me get up and we saw the trucker coming right at us. I told the biker to take care of my scooter, and I did what I once did ages ago, I stood there as a target, then sidestepped quickly enough to jump onto his door frame area and started smashing my fist into his face, lol.
Across the street there were a bunch of bikers that walked out of the bar, seeing what was going on, and raised an uproar. This alerted the biker that was helping me and he saw me whaling on the trucker. So he comes over to pull me off (he wasn't in a big hurry) before the cops come. The trucker finally makes it out of his truck and the three of us are going at it, while the bikers from the bar run over and start smashing on his truck. (can we say dream anger issues???) The trucker sees what's going on and freaks out and turns his attentions to them, leaving me in some peace...in which I immediately fall to my knees and start wretching my guts out and shaking badly. The biker comes to help me and in between gasps I tell him to tell the others to go before the cops arrive. So the others go, the biker stays with me to help explain to the cops what he saw (we dunno who it was that tipped his truck over officer...*angel eyes*).
The trucker's freaking out, doesn't understand why he'd get bombarded nor why anyone would come up to him at the stop sign and tip his truck over (nevermind that the truck wasn't anywhere near the stop sign...somehow if he seemed confused enough, the cop would believe him). My and my scoot had already been seen regularly around the area by the cops who patrol that road for speeders, and one of them arrived and vouched for my normal and safe riding during the times he's seen me. The cops arrested the guy..and depending on which version of the dream I either...
a) was let go, where the biker helps me and my scooter to the bar until I calm enough and a few members of the group show up to help me get me and my scooter home, whereby I make some friends who stop by on their own once in a while to invite me to ride with them..just like groups of 2-3.
b) I get arrested and the biker tells me he'll have my scoot at the local biker hang out for when I get out. I have my court date and all, get let loose with a fine for fighting in public. I go to the place and find out that the scoot had been pretty thrashed but that they group had gotten together and spiffed it up including all sorts of 'harley' looking accessories. Lol, my little orange scooter had specially made black leather saddle bags, the top case was replaced with a leather box/bag, as was my front basket...all of it with that leather fringe and studs, etc. HAHAHAHA
Anyways, the point to the dream sharing...
As I was sitting there after having puked my guts out...and as I was trying to get my scrambled brain and shaking body together, I quoted a song I used to love when I was in high school "Sometimes you're the windshield....Sometimes you're the bug" This caused both the officer and the biker guy to laugh their heads off. And for the rest of the dream(s) me or my scooter were referred to as "The Bug".
During the night, during the dreams, and all morning I've had that song running through my head. For those who don't know it, you can hear the song in the first three minutes of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_ei7k7-kzE
or read the lyrics here:
http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/carp ... -5188.html
I think I've found the name for my scooter. But I'm not sure if it's an omen or not, heh. But the scooter kind of reminds me of those large beetles (stink bugs? or maybe a scarab?) as well as a bit of a volkswagon bug car. And, well, my van's windshield had a rock smash into it when we were transporting the scooter home after buying it...resulting in a crushed area of glass and spider veins growing an inch or more each day. "Sometimes it all comes together....sometimes you're just a fool in love..."...in love with your scooter, lol.