I had a dream

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well yesterday i was looking at a pic my pal calvin took when i was on my knees on the roadside last autumn after the exhaust nut on my commando had came undone...psychiatrists say that a dream is sometimes triggered by 'day residue" that is something that happened that day and yer brain makes a dream of it ...anyway i hit the pad after eating some dark chocolate and the movie came on...there i was..on my knees as in the photo only BOTH exhaust nuts were loose...all at once another bike pulled up.....the rider got off and took off the helmet...it was a lovely girl with braided hair..she got down on her hands and knees and stuck her arse up in the air as she peered at the bike and people going by in cars were blowing their horns and she looked at me and said "These things are more trouble than an old lawn mower" and i woke up...whaddy think o that?
I had a dream
 
That has hapenned to me twice for real. Once at a posh Ferrarri /Itallian bike meet when a Stunning mini skirted blonde photographer insisted on photographing my Mach 1 Ducati from all angles including underneath. Where do you look?. Then in the IOM on the mountain a lovely Brunette in tight leathers and cleavage stopped her 916 to cheer me up and help me fix my old 99 . My two boys were green with envy and spitefully told my missus. !!.
 
It is a known fact old Commando's inspire lust and ovulation in nubile and fertile females.... You are subconsciously aware of this therefore the dream was induced...... I got plenty more BS where that came from too. Mama was such back then and was all over my Norton.... Me not so much, but she had to have an operator cuz her legs couldn't touch the ground. True.
 
Loose nuts and a girl with long braided hair on her knees......I just don't see the connection.
 
A little too vague for me also now that you mention it. It just leaves entirely too much to the imagination.
 
I used to dream about riding down the front straight at Phillip Island with the revs dropping when they should have been rising. I also dreamed about bouncing on my head as I went over Lukey Heights. Then later on my friend did that and was almost killed when the nurse in the hospital stuffed-up his oxygen supply.
 
Dangerous places hospitals , They witheld my medication and gave me a serious fibrillation attack for 6 hours on one visit. the next time they did similar and denied I had a TIA . Keeps you on your toes ,if you want to survive.
 
The guy who did that was a top Formula 5000 racing car driver. He got divorced and go his money taken off him. So he decided to race motorcycles. When you go over Lukey heights, the road turns to the left, and your front wheel becomes light. He probably thought he was still in a racing car, and gassed it too much - lost the front. The golden staph almost also killed him.
 
Your elevated heartbeat at the sight of her upraised derriere is what woke you up. Try to remain calm the next time.
 
Have you noticed where the back of her hand is sometimes when a nurse is holding your arm near the elbow with both of her hands. They do it to give their girlfriends a thrill with the beep from the heart monitor. - Fibrillation.
 
Every year I would go to Wildwood, NJ for Labor Day weekend and stay until the following weekend for the https://roartotheshoreonline.com/ . For those of you in Rio Linda, Labor Day is the first Monday in September. On Labor Day weekend most bars/clubs would have major parties lined up, since it was the unofficial end of the Summer season. The following weekend for the Roar to the Shore was always a major blast. At least 300K bikes, mostly Harley.

About 10 years ago I was out on the Harley, having a couple beers , and watching the freak show/night life. While I was parked at the Harbor Inn, sitting out front, a woman came up to me and asked for a ride on my bike. There was a MC club inside and they were offering rides to anyone who wanted one. I told her, that's not me, you have to see the folks inside. I wasn't really into "riding around" at 10pm in a Shore resort town, infested with cops, at 10pm.

She asked me again, we were out front with 2 cops standing right there. I told her to talk to the guys inside. She didn't want to hear that. So right in front of the cops took off her sweatshirt, and then her bra and hung them on the parking meter. She said "How about now?" The cops looked at me like "What are you waiting for"? I told her alright , get on! She had no helmet, but WTF?

I ended up driving her around the island, tit's wrapped around my ears, for about a half hour. It's chilly @ 10 pm next to the Ocean in September. When we got back, we hung out for a bit. I got her number and hooked up with her a few weeks later. It was all good, as she owned property in Wildwood, but lived closer to my residence.

P.S. For all the Harley haters, after 20 years I entered my Norton in the bike show @ https://roartotheshoreonline.com/ Won 1st place European class. While driving around the Island, I heard nothing but cheers of "Norton", "Norton" at every stop light .
 
Last week I had a dream. Me and this other guy, I didn't know, learned how to fly logs around in the air. Yes, logs, like the ones you find in the woods. Like a large oak tree dead log with no bark. Well, we flew this log around for a while and then we went to a party where we were heros. No sex or titties unfortunately. Maybe if I hadn't woken up. I think there were girls at the party, near as I can remember. At my age I forget. It's been so long since I've had one of those wet dreams, much less a real one. But yes, I can remember hitting the throttle with a girl on the back of the Norton and then they hold on tighter. Wonderful.
 
Dave,
I don't know, but I'm thinking the Mrs. may have slipped some "Shrooms" into the onion soup. Probably started you thinking about all the yard work you have to do?
Just a thought. Flying them logs around is a lot easier than moving them by hand.

In 40 years, I think I rode 2 women on the back of my Norton, and yes they were only 120 lb, but I couldn't deal with that hanging on stuff. When I met the 3rd babe, a keeper, who liked to be on the back, I bought my first Harley. Yeah it had a detachable back rest. I can't stand women hanging all over me while I'm riding.

Tit's, no tit's, naked or otherwise. Ride on brother, but watch out for the "Shrooms". Don't forget about the yard work, it will always be there when you wake up.
 
Actually it may have been a residual effect from the Gapapenten that I was taking a month ago. That stuff gave me strange dreams. But the log dream was not a bad dream. I quit that Gab stuff, it wasn't doing anything for my feet and it made me feel stupid.

I always enjoyed titties in my back, large small, didn't matter although I prefer fried eggs or mosquito bites. I never got enough. I guess my mother didn't give me enough ice cream as a kid.
 
Last week I had a dream. Me and this other guy, I didn't know, learned how to fly logs around in the air. Yes, logs, like the ones you find in the woods. Like a large oak tree dead log with no bark. Well, we flew this log around for a while and then we went to a party where we were heros. No sex or titties unfortunately. Maybe if I hadn't woken up. I think there were girls at the party, near as I can remember. At my age I forget. It's been so long since I've had one of those wet dreams, much less a real one. But yes, I can remember hitting the throttle with a girl on the back of the Norton and then they hold on tighter. Wonderful.
Well you should enter yourself for the annual Highland Games up north of London in Scotland, you could toss the caber and come away with a prize. Only drawback I can see is you'll have to wear a kilt with no underwear, it's traditional!
Then all your private parts will be on display, just before you wake up from your dream. . . .
 
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