Don't you wish you were VIP?
I dreamt that I was with my future wife, and we went a walk into the countryside, and we came across this sort of little village next to an abandoned quarry. The kids here all had those razor scooter things, and they'd set up a load of ramps and rails and stuff for tricks. I said I used to be pretty good on a scooter. So one of them gave me a shot, and I thought I should show off a bit to impress my lady friend. However, the scooter I had was an odd 4 wheeled one (two together at the back, and two at the front, and you leaned to steer rather than turn the handlebars) and I wasn't actually any good on the normal two-wheeled one they lent me. I did a pretty good wheely, then a disaster stall on the lip of a wee quarter-pipe they had, and I came down and built up speed to pop a tailwhip off a wee kicker. But the scooter swung round, cracked me in the shins and I pretty much landed on my face. The kids laughed. My girl politely looked away. I got up and noticed that one of the kids (who looked a bit geeky) had one of the 4-wheel scooters, so not to leave with my tail between my legs I borrowed his one. I was a bit rusty, but I found I could still pull off some of the old tricks I used to do. The kids were fairly impressed and my girl said so too, but as I walked away holding her hand I realised the whole spectacle was quite /dqn/ and I woke up.