I had a pretty wacky dream about my mom last night. Wanna hear it? Sure you do (especially you, Mom!)

I was back in high school and Mom decided that she was going to take my brother (JP) and me to school on a motorcycle. Apparently school was very VERY far away because we went on the freeway and through the desert. Mom had JP in front of her and I was behind her just barely hanging on. To make matters worse, I kept leaning the wrong way (just like I used to do with an old boyfriend when he'd take me on his motorcycle) and we almost crashed several times. It was nerve-wracking.

My mom has never driven a motorcycle (that I know of) in real life or in my dream- - making it even MORE nerve-wracking.

Mom dropped us off at school, and lucky me! It was movie day! I was really excited to see my cousins, L and K saving a seat between them for me in the front row. Sadly, my cousin L is in stage four cancer in real life and this was woven into my dream. L and I cuddled under a blanket during the entire movie except when she'd go to the nurse's office to get a shot of pain killer.

::sigh:: now my dream doesn't seem so fun anymore, except the parts where my cousin was not in pain and was laughing at the movie with me.

Getting back to the dream...

The school bell rings and my mom was there to pick us up. Apparently she took this whole Motorcycle Mama thing seriously because while we were in school, she bought and wore a leather outfit and cut and dyed her hair. She looked just like Rizzo, from Grease and had an attitude to match. You should have seen all the boys hanging around her as she sashayed those hips around the parking lot. (can I have a burger with that shake?) She was even smoking a cigarette! Mom!



That must have shocked me so much, that it woke me from my dream. It is kind of fun thinking of my mom turning in to Rizzo, but not so fun being on the back of her motorcycle. She could use some lessons.