Do I have an overinflated sense of my abilities? Why does everyone around me seem so much more competent at what they do than I feel? Am I a writer, or am I a guy who's just literate and I need to quit kidding myself and cultivate a skill that's actually in demand? I mean, the market for people who have a skewed view of reality can't be a very large one. Especially the market for the kind of completely silly I tend to lean towards.
Anyway, I had a strange dream last night that I was at a park. Just a park with a playground and one of those pavilion things where people have little parties, like I did for my birthday for years. So there I was, having fun at the park, when the biggest fire engine drove up. It was huge. And a very shiny white. My friend John decided that he was going to open up the opaque cover over the driver's side of the windshield and drive the fire truck around the block while he held onto the front of it. Hanging onto the front, steering by reaching in through the windshield and turning the wheel. How he controlled the speed, I don't know, but this is a dream; just go with it. He took off, backing it up out of its parking space and then going for a drive around the block, all while hanging onto the front of the enormous fire truck.
The truck was an impervious white plastic, with locking covers that flipped up over the windows to protect the truck in particularly scary fires. And there was a lot of chrome. Chrome flames on the side. I know, chrome flames on a fire truck, but there they were. And they were beautiful. I don't know what that has to do with anything. I just felt like writing that down.
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