Bicycle Bolt

Date: 8/23/2016

There was a party being hosted at MCRC (although it seemed to be situated at at much higher sea level). CT was on shift between 10pm to around 6 in the morning. I came past to check it out. It was more of a dinner party on my arrival and I hung out with CT for a bit before heading off. I ended up at a small house, it was somehow day time now and Jeremy was over. He woke up as I came in to say hi. He told me he had a lot of washing up to do as he pointed to the pile of dishes. I said it would take about 2 hours. He also had about 10 pizzas ready to eat after. Bukki was sleeping in another room and I woke him up. From here I went to another house which felt like it was where I lived but it wasn't my house. It was high and narrow placed on a steep street with broad views of what looked like Maroubra or someplace similar. Downstairs there was an old small bar. I remember having a drink on one of the bar stools and looking up beyond and above the drink cabinet in front of me where the door was open and two people were conversing. One was Nonno and before I could make out the other the door had closed. I left the house and began exploring the area. I was walking through industrial areas looking at shops. Somehow I ended up on a bike and was racing through narrow corridors and grassy alleyways between buildings. As I sped through I either crashed through a gate or these people quickly opened it up for me as I went through their scrap yard filled with bikes, cars and all sorts of contraptions. They opened up the other side for me and I continued through at a speedy pace. Shortly after i met a dead end and had to return to the scarp yard from which I came. I asked the men there if there was a way through and they said no. Strange that they would let me enter if they knew I could not continue. At this point I was off my bike and needed it get it back but they had dismantled it and placed it in a pile over to the side. I was strangely not bothered by this and attempted to reassemble my rather old fashioned bike. I started with the seat. There was two strange bolts. One would go through the seat and into the main frame and the other was a mould to help tighten the first bolt. The oddest part of this process was that you couldn't just wrap your fingers around and begin tightening because the mould that went over the top was almost circular. So without asking for a tool I noticed there was a strip of plastic (reminded me of those strips that you use to seal plastic bread bags but longer) wound around a protruding metal centre on the top of the mould facing me. I also had a strip of plastic that was wound up in a similar fashion which I placed on top of the other strip and began to pull. This tightened the bolt and I could remove the external strip of plastic which was now unusable as it was now straighten out. The whole processes reminded me of how in avatar they connect the tip of their hair to animals or trees. Before I could finish I noticed dad and either Steve or Doug working on a car inside the same scrap yard. I went over and hopped in the car. I think it was a Mazda but it was very strange inside. I don't think I saw a steering wheel. It had only two seats even though the car was large and could have easily fit more. The inside dash was rectangular and vertical taking up the whole front space all the way from the bottom of the windscreen down to the floor. The very top of the dash had a thin black (with red undertones) strip for radio controls where I had to click a certain button to help dad do something. It worked because he started celebrating with either Doug or Steve. I continued to look around the car. The buttons where cream leather with the lights shining glowing through. The rest of the dash was just all cream leather with buttons making it look like the back of a couch. I remember sitting in the seat thinking how you could project a screen onto it and watch movies in the car.