I had an especially vivid dream last night. I'll give the last dream segment first, since I remember that best, then go back as I remember more.
I'm in this old car (like from the 60s) with this guy with scraggly hair on his head and face. In fact, he looks either like a professor who doesn't take care of himself or a hippie. Anyway, for some reason or another we're heading down to LA together, down I-5. We don't talk for a ways, we just listen to the radio, which is playing "Hotel California." When the song finishes, the announcer on the radio starts talking about how important that song was to song history, but then falters, searching for words. I giggle, the man tells me I shouldn't laugh at the deficiencies of others, so I tell him that I can since I often do what the announcer did. I discover the man's annoying driving habit of slowing down to about 40 mph on the freeway when he talks. Anyway, the man then tells me we're going to go back in time to 1969, and I'm thinking, "Woodstock!" But as I'm thinking that, the landscape changes. It's still I-5, but there are no telephone poles, no houses, just I-5 and the hills. Then the man tells me that after the summer we're going to go back to 1966 for some reason; he explained it, but I don't remember. I then started thinking about the experiments we could do, like if we took something that was produced in 1969, would it age when it came to the present? Would it disappear when we took it to the past? All that jazz. Anyway, we get stopped by construction and I continue to think about the implications of what we're doing, and I think about how in "Back to the Future," Doc would have never taken someone back in time without telling them first. Then my alarm woke me up.
Earlier in the night, I was dreaming that I was babysitting my cousin, and I was building a roller coaster for us to ride on; I kept having to deal with the fact that my room wasn't quite big enough, but I ended up fixing it so the coaster was compact enough to fit in my room. It was an entire kit for building a coaster, and I could decided what kind, so mine started off going up a little hill then up a big hill. I then left off what I was doing to add tracks, and at first I added the planks (that really should be under the track) to the top of the track in strips of planks. Then I started adding single planks, and I decided that the strips were much better for adding planks. My family came home about then, and my cousin went straight to bed, since she was tired. My oldest sister came in and admired my partially finished roller coaster, which was kind of losing some parts, but generally staying together. That dream then went into the "Hotel California" dream.
