I woke up early, and managed to a while and get back to sleep. (soda?) Then the dream kicked in.

I went on a .83 ride, not drinking, on my fixed while towing a large trailer. At one point it looked like I had an underbody storage chest from a truck under the frame of the bike too, however implausible. I stayed overnight at this bar (hotel?) making out with someone. Another couple came into the room and I didn’t mind. Apparently we fell asleep on a bed, but in the morning the bar owner said we looked cute and didn’t want to bother us. Later, a girl who worked there who made some kind of love potion was apologizing. Ken C showed up. The girl and I left to have sex in the woods, but my strange contraption of a bike needed major repairs which I started trying to figure out. I got enough going with tie wraps. I found DSLR cameras attached to the trailer and gave them to their respective owners. I ended up inside another building. At some point I slept with M. I found the girl with some photographers who had been up to some project. They didn’t like ARC for some reason. They were going to pay for a new bike + new camera for me. When I went outside someone had removed my frame and left everything else. I went toward another bar to find how who had done it, M2 came outside after having a fight with her partner and wanted to talk to me. At this moment, I saw the girl again and she said she wanted to “do me.” M2 was upset, but I had to find out where my bike frame was. Inside, someone took responsibility and I literally threw them around the room until they showed me on a map on an ipad where the dumpster was they had hidden it in. M2 and I went to go find it, it wasn’t nearby.

That’s all I remember. It seems crazy that there would be more to remember. This is why I don’t like dreams. I need to go back to working too much maybe.