Crazy Dream  − 3 May, 2008

Wow, I just woke up from a really cool, but kind of nutso dream.  My friend Michael, who’s an insane cyclist, had built a bicycle that was a wooden box, kind of like an outhouse.  It was stained a very nice shade of reddish-brown.  He was about to go for a ride, and I decided to tag along for a short while, which meant I was sitting in the box with him.

It took a little while to get everything ready.  We were in a field of grass near my fictional dream house.  Once we were ready, we got into the box.  He started pedaling.  We started picking up some speed.  Remember, we were in a field of grass.  This could not have been an easy feat for a cyclist.  As we sped by the house, I noticed a large patch of earth that he’d recently tilled.  I said, “Hey Michael, your plot looks awesome”.  Characteristically, he expressed some caveat that somehow minimized his amazing effort.

Then I said, “Oh, I bet I’m making this a lot harder for you by being here.”  He said, “Yes”, with a bit of a grimace.  But I was having so much fun.  He was zooming along so fast that I knew I’d better get out soon or I’d have a very long walk ahead of me.  Then I noticed that there was a US mail truck driving along in the same direction, in the field of grass, uphill.  Michael passed the truck, on his bicycle box, in short order.  I was thrilled and amazed.  

I watched out of the window to see whether we’d leave the mail truck in the dust.  But it started gaining on us.  “Uh, oh”, I said.  “Here it comes.”  When it was abreast of us, I saw that the driver was a petite woman with short-cropped curly hair.  She was really cute.  Cute enough that I knew I should get out of here and let Michael have a chance at meeting her, if she’d stop driving and he’d stop biking.  I said, “Michael, I’d better get out of here”.  

But then I woke up, so I never got to find out what happened.