Motorcycle Stunt Fun!

Hello,

I often have wild, crazy dreams.
Last night was no exception.
In my dream, a friend had talked into doing a motorcycle stunt for a rave she was hosting in a warehouse. The warehouse was like a Lowes/Home Depot and was full of empty shelving. Anyways, so the motorcycle stunt was to have my ride the motorcycle, jump off of it, and through a the hoop of a child's basketball net.  For some reason, I agree to this stunt. Now, I tell my friend I have never driven/riden a motorcycle before, she tells me not to worry about it and that i'll "figure it out."

On the night of the party, we go to set up the stunt and I find out that I am now the opening act, instead the mid party entertainment. This means I perform first. I was frustrated because that meant I wouldn't be as prepared as I would like to have been. So I put on my costume which is a neon green tight tank top, black pants, and neon green stiletto heels. The costume is to match my motorcycle. And for some reason, in my dream I have all this long, flowing hair and I'm trying to style it in a ponytail high on my head (my sister is there to help). I put on my mascara and I start to mentally plan the stunt.

I'm walking the "route" and  notice that the shelves are blocking a direct route to the kiddie hoop. But the party is starting soon and I have to get on the bike and ready myself.

So, the host of this party starts to introduce me and my stunt and I'm revving the motorcycle. Someone behind me hands me a helmet. I remember thinking, "thank god! I almost did this thing without a helmet!" So, I put on the helmet and the host is making a face at me to just go already. I pull off and almost fall off the bike, but I recover and I speed done the aisle, and somehow manage to jump off the bike and through the hoop.

People are cheering and clapping. I don't land on my feet and I have cracked a toenail and it is bleeding, but I am happy I am alive. I don't know how I did it.

The party starts and music is pumping and I'm mingling with the crowd (heading toward my special VIP section) when this tall tattooed, pierced white guy comes up to me and says,"That was awesome! Maybe we can hangout later and you can play with my guts!" I tell him that is gross and that we can hang out but I don't play with guts. Then I continue toward my VIP section picking several folks to come hang with me during the party.

Then I wake up.
Crazy dream, right?!