I dream about surfing A LOT. I actually surfed my first wave standing up in a vivid dream I still remember. Often times in my dreams, I surf bays that mysteriously have waves breaking from left and right and into one another. I surf surf parks through wooded areas where I use trees as points as I would a jetty. I surf weird places that I can't in real life.... unless I hit the mega millions and then I plan on opening my own bada$$ surf park where I can control everything from the bottom contours to the friggin wind direction. Will anyone else split a winning ticket with me i order to buy a surf park of their very own?
Yep. So is the other one: Mountaire on Rt 50. Tabacky, cornfields, chicken genocide plants & closeouts....you ain't missing much.
I used to have a reoccurring dream about surfing Waimea. I'd be paddling out, endlessly fighting over giant waves, and then be on the other side. I's turn around and try all over again only to see sand after getting past the last set.
metard before you got here there once was a tread that went entirely off topic and derailed in 5 directions than got re-railed by the topic of fried chicken and which company had the best.
Weird river waves that wrap around jungled out wooded points and all my friends are out shredding and I'm frothing to get through the swamp to get some mysto swamp cabbage barrels. That and chicken. Lots of chicken. Mostly fried, but also on the barbie. Chiiiiiiiiken....the kine that's finger liiiiiickin!
freeeaky... earlier I hijacked a thread about hyping hurricanes and brought up tidal bores in east coast rivers. over and out
There's a local fried chicken delivery restaurant in this area called Cal's. At the beginning of this century I was sent to a new store to check why glass reach in doors were sweating on the walk in cooler. It was apparent why. It was 100 degrees inside the place. I wanted to check the heaters but there were buckets of chicken, sitting on the floor outside the cooler, blocking my access. The whole area smelled of rancid chicken. I told the guy to go ahead and throw that garbage in the trash. The guy said they were going to cook it. I exclaimed it stank too bad. He said they fry the stink out of it. What a great logo, CAL'S, We fry the sting out of it!
Oh my god yes. So when we were driving down to NC in April, I saw this big white fluffy trailer on the back of a truck, then we got closer and it was full of chickens. Then, further down the road, we see the huge perdue place and all the trucks pulling into it. I almost cried.
Well played. As far as dreams, I could go on aboot that for a while, but I'll refrain. One of the coolest ocean related dreams I had was when I was a kid, and I was watching these 40 ft bombs with my dad and sister breaking in Long Island Sound, absolutely destroying this yuppie condo complex that sits on the best stretch of beach in my town. I'll avoid going into the implications of the dream, which there are many. Funny this thread came up, b/c a couple nights ago I had a random REM-type dream where I was talking about Paul Roach w/ another member of the forum, who rarely posts and i've never PM'd or anything. The brain is a strange thing.