averygoodun42 | Odd Dream

So, I dreamt I was invited into a sports car party pyramid scheme. Yes, the scheme was to have parties for sports car owners/enthusiasts. The bait was lifetime tickets to the local basketball (or worse, baseball) team.

Thankfully, my dream was not so odd to have me interested in the tickets, but I was interested in the parties, or, more accurately, seeing all the pretty cars. So I accepted the invitation to one of the parties.

It was weird. First of all, it took place in this mild, cookie-cutter, middle-class, suburban neighborhood. The house where the party was had a pool (which was one of the scheme's selling points: every party took place around a pool), but otherwise was probably the least likely candidate for hosting a large party I've ever seen. It also felt like the party was trespassing - that the party hosts were not the owners, and the owners were unaware of the party. (This turned out not to be the case, but that's how it felt.)

However, the party was on. Everyone came driving up in their pretty cars, with some of the cars much more expensive and ogle-worthy than others. Like the DeLorean. Or the Lamborghini. But the other cars, like the apple green, suped-up Honda Civic were nice, too.

Anyway, after ogling the cars a bit, I ventured into the party in the backyard. Not surprisingly, I was bored to tears, as the majority of the attendees were youngish, rich, white men with ego problems. Stockbroker types.

However, when I tried to leave, I found that my car wasn't there. I swore I parked it out front, but it just wasn't there. I walked up and down the block a couple of times, looking for any clues, but it just wasn't there. As I was walking back to the party to ask someone for help finding my car, I spotted my bicycle, locked up with another bike.

Not sure how I remembered driving to the party on my bicycle, I nevertheless retrieved my bike (which wasn't really locked up) and was about to leave when the hosts of the party got to talking with me. They were Danish, but had lived in the States for several years after escaping the great fire revolt in their (African?) town. They seemed like really nice people, but I was tired of the party's concept, so I made my excuses to leave.

I was surprised when they offered me a ride, however. It seemed they were going to see their lawyers about suing the scheme organizers for health violations. The wife was dying from a lung ailment because of the special tobacco grown and used in the cigarettes the partiers used. In fact, that was what the whole scheme was really about, was growing this special, genetically modified form of tobacco in the members' yards. Thing is, the tobacco had some nasty side-effects that hadn't been properly disclaimed.

We went out front to look at the tobacco plant that was in their front yard, and they talked about how it was also not good to have yards full of these tall, straggly plants in the middle of these neat and orderly neighborhoods. How they couldn't just blend in.

And then a large SUV driven by a dog passed us, and the dream ended.