So I have been asleep up until maybe twenty minutes ago
And it's noon
And I didn't want to wake up because of this super 'wtf' dream I had
So Imma tell you guys about it since the only art I was gonna post isn't finished yet

Get a blanket and some snacks cause this is gonna take a while

So I wake up 'in dream' in a lounge chair by a pool. The water looks like it's been braided or something.
Suddenly, I realize I'm a guy, and then my only friend (I think his name is Dave?) Kinda saunters in.
Apparently subconscious me knows me better than I do, cause this Dave dude is gorgeous.
And then I realize subconscious me doesn't know what the hell she's doing, because suddenly Dave is a bundle of yellow balloons with a face on one of them.

So, apparently. The point of this dream is to go find this chick, who is apparently my girlfriend? (We'll call her Arcadia because that's what she was referred to as in-dream)
So Dave and I get on this train (of all things) and we're chugging along. (By now, telling about this dream, I realize there was a huge chunk in the middle I missed because I can't remember it)
And this train is like, only cargo cars. There is no engine but somehow we're still going. This train is also a cable car? Because halfway through the journey the rigging above the cars starts breaking down. So suddenly I'm Wolverine and I jump up there and STAB MYSELF WITH THE HAND CLAWS and now I'm the HULK so I hold the rigging together until we come across a place to stay because it's nighttime now and I can't see crap.

So we kinda wheedle into... Get this... The Cozy Cone Motel.
And in-dream, nobody gives a shit, but subconscious me is just laughing like crazy.
And there are actual Cars cars here talking, and singing folk songs, and NO ONE CARES despite it being 1AM
And the lady car who supposedly owns the joint tells us there are plenty of vacancies but she's WRONG. Because every cone I walk in has a redneck Prius yelling 'Camptown Races' at the top of their lungs. And I'm over here just getting angrier and angrier. Because some car decided to use my paintings as a walkway into their cone. And suddenly Lightning and Mater are there. And there's another HUMAN, and his name is Danny, and he's just kind of there for exposition and he's yelling about chickens and suddenly Dave's not balloons anymore.
I get so mad that I just go back to the train car parked next to Mac the mute firetruck. And now it's full of hay and chickens and I just kind of don't care, and sleep with the chickens. And Dave starts spooning me but I don't care because he's just balloons again
We never found Arcadia, or even left the Cozy Cone Motel (which really wasn't a motel. It was a fenced in piece of grass plot with cones on it)
And then I woke up. It's eleven forty-five and the  words out of my mouth are surprisingly not "what the Frick"
But
"Why was I a dude?"