My Crazy Ass Dream

I'm sitting in this semitruck, not a clue as to why. I'm just sitting here with my favorite Jason Aldean CD playing. My Kinda Party is blasting and I'm waiting for someone to come back. I don't remember who, I just remember waking up and thinking about how he needs to hurry up. Just as Jason Aldean is about to say he's chilling with some Skynard and some Old Hank, the driver's side door opens up. It's some man, looks to be about thirty. He smiles and naturally I smiled back.
"You ready to load up and head out lil' miss," he says.
"You know I am Tommy boy." I replied with a smirk that could melt any man's face off.
Tommy, I can only assume that's his name, fires up the truck and pulls out of the station. We're heading to only God knows where and my heart rate is going off the charts. Why, why am I so excited? For all I know I'm in a truck with a rapist and my face is glowing, literally radiating with excitement.
The next few hours are a bit blurry to me, I vaguely remember singing with this Tommy man and blasting every country CD I have on me. My face just keeps brightening up as we get closer to our destination. Finally Tommy turns to me and grins from ear to ear.
"Well sweetheart, this is our stop."
I turn my head to look out the window and I see the Kentucky Speedway. I'm about to piss all over myself. I can feel my bladder getting ready to burst for how excited I am.
"Oh hell Tommy, you think Junior is ready for this?" I ask, only a trace of doubt cross my voice.
"Sweetheart, you told him the layout of this track from the moment we left Daytona, he is good as gold as long as he takes your advice."
"I sure hope he does. Oh shit Tommy...you don't think that...HE will be here?"
Hold the phone, who is HE? When the fuck did I meet a HE? Actually, how the fuck did I get here? I'm lost,so very lost.
"If he is here, you can handle it. He doesn't have to control your movements just because you two broke up."
"I'm trusting you on this Tommy boy, now take me into the garage so I can get my seat pass from Junior."
Tommy pulled the semi into the garage area, after I drove the car and the back up into the garage I gracefully took my seat pass and headed towards to the grand stands where the look outs were. I saw some old friends and some others who hated my guts, that much I knew because of the facial expressions each gave me. The whole time I stood up here I felt that feeling like something was about to happen. When I heard the gate to the look out post open and slam shut, I knew what was happening.
The room grew quiet, insanely quiet at that. I felt eyes staring at me, and staring at him. I couldn't look at him, I knew I couldn't. My body wouldn't let me. I just pulled out my binoculars and watched the boys line up on pit road. Just hoping, just waiting.
Then,that warm feeling you get when someone just sat beside you covered my entire body. I knew it was coming, he was there.
"Hey...I missed you..."
I turned my head and saw him. Jake McKinney.

And then I woke up.

Damn crazy dreams. Never fall asleep earlier than you should kiddies. You dream your a NASCAR look out and your ex boyfriend is still in love with you.