I had a dream where I was driving a bunch of my friends somewhere, but I was very engrossed in a book I was reading while driving and somehow ended up taking the 5 north to Michigan and traveling 20 years into the past. The strange part abut traveling into the past is that in normal life, I was actually from 10 years in the future, so everybody was actually from 30 years into the past, which still doesn’t make sense but it’s a dream, so whatever. While driving back, we saw the years pass by while driving through some very beautiful canyons and ended up in Chicago. Ford was driving through and for some reason made fun of a bunch of black kids by spraying a bunch of red spray paint on the inside of the car window, but then somehow a bunch of black people stopped us, sprayed us with silly string, and forced us to go to Catholic mass, where Ford had to wear a vest that said “Public Prisoner” on it. Then, after a weird series of nude volleyball videos put forth by the father of the church on the screen, we went outside to find Olympic swimming going on in what used to be the parking lot, and we found some of our old teachers from high school as coaches.
And then I woke up.