I am riding one of those motorized scooters down the sidewalk,

not a moped

but the type kids used to propel forward with their foot,

the kind the middle schoolers use in the park

as we almost run them over

while we are playing Pokemon Go

because they can’t be bothered to pay attention or pedal their scooters themselves.

I have no idea how old I am meant to be because dream logic

(not that I ever remember my age in real life either; it makes it so much easier to appear younger when people ask how old you are).

I am young enough to be delighted by my grandmother’s gift of the scooter

and I am young enough that she is still alive

yet I am old enough to drink in public

(We’ll get there.)

I stop at some bar or club and go inside

(I told you we’d get there)

because I want to buy a T-shirt.

Sadly, they aren’t selling shirts.

(I think the merch counter was closed.)

When I get back outside,

I realize that my brand new scooter

which, being new to scooter ownership,

I had neglected to chain to a bike rack

(Do bars and clubs have bike racks?)

or otherwise secure,

is gone. 

I go back inside.

The stairwell is sweltering this time
Witt the heat going full blast.

Even though there is no crowd waiting to get inside

(this is an inside stairwell

so I have no idea why the crowd was freezing earlier

or how I was in this club earlier in my dream)

I find a bartender and desperately ask,

“Do you know if you have a lost and found?”

She smiles.  “I do. We don’t.”

I wake up shortly after and am very angry about someone stealing the scooter I don’t actually own or want from the club that doesn’t even exist and the rude treatment by the bartender my brain completely made up

(and in that case, why couldn’t it have made up a kind bartender who had just come into an extra scooter and generously offered it to me?)

So how is your day going?