It was another night of crazy dreams. There was the MOMA exhibit of toilets, but none of them worked and I had to go to the bathroom. There was the huge jar/pot (the size of a small car) with a smaller jar/pot inside it. There was someone inside the larger jar and a snake in the smaller pot. I buzzed my lips and the snake started to wake up. I couldn't tell if over which pot lip I was buzzing and whether I was the person in the pot or out of it. I didn't want to get bitten by the snake.
Back in the this life I have become re-obsessed with stunt car driving again. Like I wrote before, I wanted to take stunt car school for 6 years - and I finally did it this past year. It was hard! Really hard and I was not the immediate expert I had hoped to be. I had a lot going against me - my arm muscles, my uncalussed palms. That's ok, I still loved it. I would become great - but I needed a lot of practice. The problem was - where to practice? It's not like I've got a track in my backyard and I respect the laws enough to not practice on the streets.
Anyway, I am working to remedy this problem, to get more training and practice to actually be able to do some driving (maybe not stunt at first) for the moooovies. (You know that small text "Closed Track, Professional Driver"? Yeah, I wanna do that.) Has heathervescent finally gotten hit by the hollywood bug?
All I know, is that I love driving, I've loved cars, driving from the moment I was born. And speed. I like to go fast too. But ya gotta build up to that. Piuma canyon is still my favorite and my recent craigslist and eBay searches have included "purple camaro" from the 70's.
Ah, dreams - you gotta love them.