Okay, so Joe and I were planning an epic camping/exploring type trip, but he had a big black truck that only had one seat for some reason so whenever I would ride with him i had to hang on to the back bumper. So I bought this old, battered, solid metal machine from the 70s that was a cross between a station wagon and a jeep (mostly station wagon). It was an ethereal white and I called it Moby-Dick. Someone posted a hand written sign on it once while I was parked but upon waking I don't remember what the sign said. Joe was driving it at one point and crashed lightly into the back of a dump truck. We went around and I asked if he was going to stop and he said 'It's cool, I know that guy' and we kept going. Another time in my car I told my mom that it 'smelled like 1976' and she said 'no, more like 1977'.
Anyways, we both drove through this weird silent canyon towards our first destination. I took a wrong turn and had to double back. At some point we had to use this horse in a pool of water as a decoy to electrocute this dude who was causing problems. At this point, Sasha and my brother Patrick were on board and we arrived at this enormous mountain resort where we had to rescue these 3 children from this women's convention taking place. Patrick was the inside man and eventually we had to go into the convention hall after him. It was a huge room with rich purple carpet and lots of lighting. We found my brother and he had pulled it off, and also met this nice blond girl who decided to come with us. So we loaded up with our new passengers and wound up at this ancient forest. I then remember looking up while lying on my back at the base of a tree and saying to Joe 'I think these are virgin redwoods'. The trees were gigantic, at least 10-15 feet in diameter and hundreds of feet tall. Then simultaneously we spotted the stump of an ancient tree that was 10 times as big as all the other trees. We all went and stood on it and I was thinking it was like a stage and was big enough to host a concert on. I tried to organize everyone to take some pictures, but then I dropped my phone and thought it was broken. Sasha told me it wasn't broken, that I just had to put this one piece back in, so I did and it worked again. By this time many people were on the stump, including Khalid wearing an orange football jersey and bobbing and weaving in the wind. Also my ex-girlfriend was there dressed as an old crone and whispering mysterious and dangerous words to the three kids we rescued.
Then I woke up, wishing the pictures could have woken up too
Anyways, we both drove through this weird silent canyon towards our first destination. I took a wrong turn and had to double back. At some point we had to use this horse in a pool of water as a decoy to electrocute this dude who was causing problems. At this point, Sasha and my brother Patrick were on board and we arrived at this enormous mountain resort where we had to rescue these 3 children from this women's convention taking place. Patrick was the inside man and eventually we had to go into the convention hall after him. It was a huge room with rich purple carpet and lots of lighting. We found my brother and he had pulled it off, and also met this nice blond girl who decided to come with us. So we loaded up with our new passengers and wound up at this ancient forest. I then remember looking up while lying on my back at the base of a tree and saying to Joe 'I think these are virgin redwoods'. The trees were gigantic, at least 10-15 feet in diameter and hundreds of feet tall. Then simultaneously we spotted the stump of an ancient tree that was 10 times as big as all the other trees. We all went and stood on it and I was thinking it was like a stage and was big enough to host a concert on. I tried to organize everyone to take some pictures, but then I dropped my phone and thought it was broken. Sasha told me it wasn't broken, that I just had to put this one piece back in, so I did and it worked again. By this time many people were on the stump, including Khalid wearing an orange football jersey and bobbing and weaving in the wind. Also my ex-girlfriend was there dressed as an old crone and whispering mysterious and dangerous words to the three kids we rescued.
Then I woke up, wishing the pictures could have woken up too
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