Lethargic Dream

I spent the night at Joe's last weekend and I had the trippiest dream...
I was standing in the middle of the wherehouse, there was a strong wind and there was no roof on the building. My hands were outstretched and I was searching for my bike. A crowd of young women wearing only g-string bikinis walked aimlessly around, aparently not noticing me. The bikinis the women wore were all the same colors as my bike, which confused me. Joe rolled by in a hitchiker and slapped me hard on the face.
Sarge scuffed by in a locomotive and socked my shoulder as hard as he could. Chris glided by in a bar-ride and kicked me in the forehead. Scott boounced by in a pogo'ing trackstand and spit in my eye.
I spotted my bike in the corner and made a b-line for it as Devin rolled by in a death-truck and threw a beer at me. Finally I had my bike and invited four of the women to go for a ride...one on each peg. As we headed for the door, Abby jumped in our path and asked if she could have a ride. I looked sheepishly at the four women as they scowled and stepped off the pegs.
The next thing I know, I was waking up on Joe's couch to the sound of him rubbing lotion on his head.
~J