FYI: In the process of writing this I was unequivocally bored. Writing about oneself is as painful as re-reading about something that you know about as a whole.
The titles in this document are dates in which most of the sleep/dreams fall in.
Before sleep: I watched anime
Sleep: I had a dreamless sleep of about 90-120 mins. When i woke up i thought was morning. I was a bit hungry. somehow i just slept off.
I was in this indoor track and field stadium, which didn't have any viewer seats or windows, unusually low roof and seemed like it was connected (which meant it had doors) to another big room like thing. The track was the usual shade of red with white marking, the area in surrounded by the track and around it was dark shade of purple.
As i just entered the stadium/room I spotted Abhishek (my school friend) and he was with his friend (whome i did not know) on the sidelines. I approached him in a manner which indicated that we had already exchanged pleasantries. His friend was with a superbike and was wearing the gear essential to drive it. His bike and gear was of the same dark purple shade with some other color that i don't seem to recollect. I don't remember what conversation we had, but it did feel like we did, then his friend got on the bike and drove itreal slow on the track. I didn't keep track of how many laps he did. I was observing him as i observe ripples in bodies of water. He stopped after what seemed like an instant and ages at the same time. He killed the engine as he approached us, and we talked. Then i asked him if i could ride it by myself, to which he replied that this would somehow land him in trouble and he didn't want to risk it. My friend called him out on his bullshit and told him to handover the bike. The guy was reluctant but finally gave me the gear and instructed me on how to operate the bike. I got on it and started the ignition, at that precise moment that asshole jumped on the back-seat and wanted me to stop and get off. While he was speaking, i had taken a few step and was in motion. I told him that having a pillion rider for the very first ride is more difficult and increased the risk of a crash, i made my intentions of using that bike clear. He gave up with that defeated face and didn't say a word. Now as i noticed the bike had changed, it had the same performace but structually it looked like a Rocket III Roadster with the same color configuration.
It felt like a normal bike initially but once i was above 60 miles i revved like its supposed to. while doing this i almost crashed into the wall, but damn the brakes saved me. I did a few similar near crash, high speed laps and in the final one, as i approached them (my friend and his friend) I did a skid and reached them flat like Chiranjeevi. I pretty much didn't pay attention to what his friend had to say and was describing how it felt. That way pretty much how this dream ended.