Batmobile Dream

I dreamt I was driving the Batmobile. Not the most recent version of it, though. Not even the Michael Keeton version. We're talking Adam West here. For the record, I was NOT wearing tights.

I was driving on city streets that were a sort of combo of Tulsa and Stillwater roads. Some of them even had Tulsa street names. They were lined with students getting ready for a big college game, but I'm not sure which sport.

I swerved past a wreck... the injured people waved at me and smiled. I drove through a red light at an intersection... the folks that should have plowed into me stopped on a dime instead. They smiled and waved, too.

I drove up to the stadium. There were a lot of stairs leading up to the entrance, and there was a huge crowd of students. They reacted like the mascot had just shown up... huge cheers, chants, lots of jumping around and general mayhem.

Then things got wacky. Somehow, a hook was attached to my batmobile and it was lifted about 5 feet off the ground. I got behind the rear driver's side tire. Big Dawg appeared in the dream at this point, behind the driver's side front tire. We started to push the hovering batmobile up the stone steps.

I guess the batmobile was going to be attending the game. As we grunted and pushed the floating vehicle up the stairs, the crowd cheered wildly. Suddenly, I knew what we needed... a chant. A simple, short chant for the crowd to be roaring as we pushed my batmobile into the stadium. In a rush, words appeared in my head. "Heck yeah! *This* is the hard part! Winning the game will be easy!"

It just sorta rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?

Dream-Jeff took a deep breath and shouted, "HECK! *cough* yea... *cough* *cough* *cough*"

Oddly enough, the crowd didn't join in. However, back in the real world, my wife rolled over, hit me and said, "What the heck are you shouting about over there?!?"

After a groggy moment or two I said, "Uh... race cars."

Zoom-zoom.