So, this one made me laugh thinking about it later, but here is how shit went down:
Scene set: I’m in Kentucky (i think, roads felt like Kentucky) ...I’m on the VFR for some reason
I feel like I was running from cops? IDK. I was moving quickly.
At some point, I pass an old Kawi...or maybe it was a old CBR painted green. But I blow by him..then the bike starts to die ...wtf
I pass a bridge, bike is slowly stumbling more and more.. I hook a u-turn and head back to the bridge.
Bike dies RIGHT on the bridge. fuck.
Then I realize...wait. The VFR has never actually run in my care...this is a fucking dream...All I need to is to wake up, all will be fine.
so what does my dumbass do? Yeet myself OFF the bridge to wake up.
ofc, I wake up, and start going about my day...then i realize....
wait, the VFR is carbed..what if I just didnt turn the gas on? DAM IT NOW I WANNA GO BACK TO THE DREAM AND CHECK THAT.
I think the holidays are starting to get to me.