joyrider

i had a really interesting dream. it is disjointed now, but i remember the following:

riding a honda cbx-79 through peruvian mountain towns, with patrick stewart. we were smuggling cocaine.

arrested by INTERPOL in Lima. Peter Sellers cuffed me, then let me go at the airport. Jean-Luc and I escaped in a UPS plane...

then my goddamn insurance agent called. argh. not in the dream, no, in real life on a real phone.

why don't i ever have fucking sex dreams? so annoying. i wish i was 16 again.