For once, I remember most of my dream from last night. Somehow I was press-ganged into an outlaw biker gang led by my cousin Bill Bender Jr. This happens in the Leavenworth or Wenatchee area for some reason. After much riding around, a fellow press-ganger and I decide that the time is right for us to split from the gang. The guy who got forced into membership with me is Preston, a co-worker of mine. We wanted to get out for a long time but were afraid they would come after us. The place we pick to bail is on the Seattle waterfront, although where the beach comes from I don't know. Dreams don't have to make sense you know. So we ride out bikes onto the beach except they get bogged down in the sand. So we are trying to get our motorcycles unbogged down but we know the that the gang is looking for us above us on the docks. We are under time pressure to get off the beach before they get to the end of the right dock and see us. Except Preston is kind of clueless and is noisy and attracts attention and I am trying to get him to shut up and just push the bike. Then we see Bill Jr on the dock. Luckily he doesn't see us yet. He is walking parallel to us and hasn't looked out toward the water yet. He is looking through doors of warehouses on the dock.
Then I wake up. I don't know how it all ended up.