CARDBOARD BOX DREAM

CARDBOARD BOX DREAM

I am with a girl in Malton. I am talking to her about the script I wrote. She says she has a friend who will read it. So we go to bring it to him. But instead of taking a car, we get into a cardboard box; a big cardboard box, like the kind an oven or a fridge comes in. We sit cross legged in the box, with the open end facing out, not above us. Then we start bouncing on our butts, like the TRANSCENDENTAL BOUNCING that DOUG HENNING did. The girl and I synchronize our bouncing so that the box moves a bit each time we bounce. We bounce along like this on the side of the street as cars pass by us. It is raining. We get to a stop sign. We stop. Then she sees a cop car coming, and she gets nervous and panics. We bounce away onto a side street, Rockhill Drive, and then cut through the creek. The opened end of the box is in the front, facing the direction we are bouncing, so we can see where we are going. We end up next to the Mini Mart. She says, "Why didn't you tell me there was a cop coming?" I tell her, "I didn't see him." I don't know why she is so freaked out about the cop, we didn't do anything wrong. In this dream, box bouncing is a normal mode of transportation, like riding a bike. And then she tells me "'DOUBLE' box bouncing is illegal."

The End.