Barely a Ripple

I woke up one day and the world began to spin and sing with so many colours. There were stripes and dots and pastels, streamers and noises and sights. There was energy and whirlwinds that were so uplifting. There were familiar songs, and familiar smells. There was joy and comfort and all things unseen.

And they thought I was crazy. They thought I was making it up.

Anyways, it's funny how history repeats itself. At least I can sit back and watch it in this round. I feel relieved to know that I was right. And now Ryan knows.

On a completely unrelated note, I had a dream about Becki a few weeks ago. What a bizarre dream. We were in a room, much like an attic, except finished off with hardwood floors, a big window, and a bunch of old beds. It kinda reminded me of an old orphanage or finishing school, even if I have never seen one.
Well, I looked over my shoulder and saw her standing there. In absolute awe, I asked Becki if she was really dead. She replied with, "Yes, and so are you..." I became afraid once I heard her say that. Immediately, she finished off with, "Well, technically, you're half dead [or halfway dead]," in a matter-of-fact sort of tone, then made a gesture like she used to do when explaining something to me.
She seemed somewhat jolly, even though it felt like I disturbed her in a way.
She walked off into another room, and I walked out of the room we were in, and found myself in a dimly lit hallway. I was still in shock at seeing her and at what she said, so I forced myself to wake up (in a panic).

I don't know what to make of that dream, or if I should even think about it.

On another unrelated topic...get ready for it, it's a moped update...The Red Rocket has finally come back to life. All I have to do is get the damn wiring straightened out, and I'll be ready to take 'er on its maiden voyage.
Officially, I have 3 running mopeds. The Snark has finally shown its displeasure with me but giving me hard starts. I think I have an idea as to what is going on, so that should be cake. Number 2 is still rawking and rolling, although I would like to do a complete engine tear down and give it a good cleaning. I have finally mastered the gearbox, now all I have to do is tackle the crankcase. That should be easy, but I was warned about the random shims that might come flying out to eat my face. Hopefully, it won't be bad...*crosses fingers*

That's it, that's all I got for tonite. Go away, stop reading this, you are only wasting your time.