Night of August 26-27, 2009

I remember being in a strange little town somewhere in England. I think I lived there. I saw on TV an ad for a contest saying that if you own “one of the new 'silent Mini's'” you can enter a contest happening at a nearby festival over the next two days. The first one to complete the challenge would win something. The festival was in town and I went over to the contest area, It was a test of strength and stamina. A rope was suspended across several poles, sometimes tilting up, or being coiled or whatever. The challenge was to hang onto it with both hands and inch our way through this sort of obstacle course. There was a small line and when I arrived maybe five people were waiting. They all failed quite miserably, going only about five feet before letting go. Then, it was my turn. It was actually very easy and pretty fun, as well. It was kind of like going on monkey bars, except sideways and on a rope. The announcer was yelling all sorts of stuff about me going (like a sports announcer on the radio) and was attracting a crowd. It got pretty hard near the end but everyone was cheering me on and I made it. I won! The condition of owning a “silent Mini” (it's what it sounds like; a small, ugly, go-cart sized Mini Cooper that made no sound at all) was out of dream or at least irrelevant and I could claim the grand prize. Showing off my massive sum of money and brand new, personal, private jet, I woke up.