last night i had this dream that someone and i rode down the renton avenue hill on a moped, and we eventually ended up in paris where the person's apartment was. there was some sort of city-wide tour de france type-shit going on, like everyone was on bicycles going in the opposite direction of where we were going. and when we went to the person's apartment, there were two giant bottles of alcohol and an unmade bed. and then i realized something and woke up.

it wasn't really a crazy dream, but i enjoyed it because i remembered it and i never remember my dreams anymore. unless my waking reality is just one big dream, then in which i case do remember my dreams.