I was somehow on vacation with my sister... We were in some upscale shopping place outside, kind of like Town Centre, and I was pulling together this train of two kids each on little plastic cars, avoiding rich parents and their little kids... They were rich Baby Einstein-type kids + I corrected their Italian, telling them "non più" in reference to having more kids... They were impressed I looked the way I did + spoke Italian. I'd told my sister, "This is why you don't have more than two!" as I was trying to pull these kids through this narrow pathway with everyone sitting + dining on either side... loud enough to hear... Tried to go through this narrow area with only stairs near a fountain... Then somehow I got to near my sister, I think she was poolside further down or something... and I was looking at Google Maps, looking up a racetrack... Well, it turned out Google let you monitor the race in realtime, with like little dots 'n shit for the cars, with a zoom in to the pits...

Oh, also, I'd been in an airport with ... Blondie? Ariadnae? That maybe looked kinda like Lihue Airport, or but maybe like HNL, or maybe w/ my sister... Nei, I think I was with Blondie, 'cause I saw this other guy, and he had a cane, too, but he recognized me, we couldn't place each other... He said Speedbumps name, and it was like, #Yeah... but then I looked up some of his stuff on the Web, in some really rich multimedia environment, come to think of it (i.e. it was a dream and I was practically in the Metaverse), and it turned out we'd met each other through trivia with Lefty or something; I saw some of Lefty's newly popular YouTube videos on this guy's site (which was like a room)... So then I guess we flew to wherever + I was with my sister somehow... So then my ssister's somewhere were she can't see us, and I'm with speedbump, and I hear this Google Maps broadcast come back from commercial, maybe a McDonald's CBO commercial, and the voice (I guess sounding like Univision's NFL feed) counted down, but in English- "Ten, nine, eight..." And I said to Speedbump, man, if Spain is like this... I can't remember what I said. But then we started making out, and she gets this naughty gleam in her eye, I think when I talk shit about Spain again, when the announcer counts down again, and I'm making fun of his accent... And she starts bajándose, possibly stripping, and I'm looking out to make sure my sister's far/hidden/preoccupied enough she can't see, and I'm looking to just, fucking, go for it, I want to call Speedbump a filthy slut, but also something that conveys + maybe makes her feel guilty for, you know, having a husband/leaving me, but nothing sufficiently naughty/sexy and yet venomous/contemptuous is coming out, + I'm still scouting/watching out for my sister, and just when she's about to slide my cock into her mouth, I'm awakened by Blondie listening to some horrible game show at, really, not just, never an appropriate volume for bad European TV (redundant) at 8 in the morning.