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i woke up about an hour ago. bad dreams.
i dreamt i was in a small plane with Cody Davies (a good friend), and im not shure who was flying the plane. another friend i believe.
anyway, who ever was flying (i think it might have been my sister???) decided to do a roll and then fly really low through a canyon.
well things go bad right about here, when we are loosing altitude fast and crash land into some lodge pole pine. the plane tumbles, spins and breaks apart.
all 3 of us get out ok. were alive.
one of my fingers looks like a splintered broomstick, and i cant stand for long with out doubling over.
i can smell the smell of the trees and hear the water running in the creek a few dozen yards away.
i look again at my splintered nub. how strange it looks like the broken end of a broomstick. i know my fingernail is missing.
Cody comes up to me and begins telling me "im sorry , im sorry, there destroyed brother! there......" Waa??? whats destroyed?
i get up and begin to servey the scene. i again fall to the ground and double over crying as i now see what he is talking about.
my Hayabusa or what is left of it, is laying about in a twisted mess. i can see a ball of frame engine and rear swingarm. front tire fender and 1 fork tube lay a few yards away.
i know my Harley is in there somewhere too.
there gone! there both gone!
i awoke in a cold sweat. happy it was only a dream.
an awful, nightmare of a dream!
i dreamt i was in a small plane with Cody Davies (a good friend), and im not shure who was flying the plane. another friend i believe.
anyway, who ever was flying (i think it might have been my sister???) decided to do a roll and then fly really low through a canyon.
well things go bad right about here, when we are loosing altitude fast and crash land into some lodge pole pine. the plane tumbles, spins and breaks apart.
all 3 of us get out ok. were alive.
one of my fingers looks like a splintered broomstick, and i cant stand for long with out doubling over.
i can smell the smell of the trees and hear the water running in the creek a few dozen yards away.
i look again at my splintered nub. how strange it looks like the broken end of a broomstick. i know my fingernail is missing.
Cody comes up to me and begins telling me "im sorry , im sorry, there destroyed brother! there......" Waa??? whats destroyed?
i get up and begin to servey the scene. i again fall to the ground and double over crying as i now see what he is talking about.
my Hayabusa or what is left of it, is laying about in a twisted mess. i can see a ball of frame engine and rear swingarm. front tire fender and 1 fork tube lay a few yards away.
i know my Harley is in there somewhere too.
there gone! there both gone!
i awoke in a cold sweat. happy it was only a dream.
an awful, nightmare of a dream!
Glad it was just a dream. Hope your sleep tonight if full happieness.
yall are funny. 
