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elanya at 08:48am on 13/05/2015 under biking, dreams, driving, social, tumblr crosspost, twitter crosspost
elanya at 08:48am on 13/05/2015 under biking, dreams, driving, social, tumblr crosspost, twitter crosspostMaybe it is the upcoming move? Maybe the changes in my physical space? Maybe the storms? I dunno, but I have been remembering my dreams a lot more lately ;p
Last night I reamed that I had borrowed my friend Ben F's bicycle. It was a large bike with a very sturdy frame, high off the ground, with very wide-set handlebars and some built in electronic features like a headlight and signal lights. It was mostly white with some dark orange, and TAKEI written in large black block letters. Because this was a bike designed by George Takei! I think his husband, Brad, had also designed one.
I don't remember a lot of other specifics (and perhaps there were none, because it was a dream). I remember some anxieties - that the bike would get stolen, that someone would think I had stolen it because I couldn't prove ownership, that I would get arrested for.... improper bike riding? And it would get seized. On the whole there were some strong parallels to some concerns I have about driving. I remember leaving a large group of people and heading to the church I went to when I was a kid (This church, if you are curious!) - around the side where the offices and the gymnasium are. It was night and I had been afraid I would forget to turn on the headlight (see above re: driving - tellingly the lights had the same mechanism to turn on as both of Kennesaw and Persianpenname's cars, which I have been driving a fair amount), and I also remember being stopped at a crossroad, worrying. I made it to the church, and didn't want to leave the bike outside, so I brought it inside and left it in the hallway between the gym and the offices and class rooms. I felt better because someone else had left their bike there, but my borrowed bike was so HUGE that with the other bike there I was afraid no one would be able to get by. And that's when I woke up. I have no idea why I was going to the church, mind, or where I was coming from, or why I had borrowed Ben's bike! I haven't even seen Ben in like 5, or possibly longer. I think my dream-self decided it was his bike because when he lived here he had a funny bike with a long almost inclined seat, so that the handlebars were relatively very high up.
I suppose it was an anxiety dream of sorts, but I mostly woke up feeling baffled and bemused. I hope you have all enjoyed this new installment of adventures in my subconscious :p
Last night I reamed that I had borrowed my friend Ben F's bicycle. It was a large bike with a very sturdy frame, high off the ground, with very wide-set handlebars and some built in electronic features like a headlight and signal lights. It was mostly white with some dark orange, and TAKEI written in large black block letters. Because this was a bike designed by George Takei! I think his husband, Brad, had also designed one.
I don't remember a lot of other specifics (and perhaps there were none, because it was a dream). I remember some anxieties - that the bike would get stolen, that someone would think I had stolen it because I couldn't prove ownership, that I would get arrested for.... improper bike riding? And it would get seized. On the whole there were some strong parallels to some concerns I have about driving. I remember leaving a large group of people and heading to the church I went to when I was a kid (This church, if you are curious!) - around the side where the offices and the gymnasium are. It was night and I had been afraid I would forget to turn on the headlight (see above re: driving - tellingly the lights had the same mechanism to turn on as both of Kennesaw and Persianpenname's cars, which I have been driving a fair amount), and I also remember being stopped at a crossroad, worrying. I made it to the church, and didn't want to leave the bike outside, so I brought it inside and left it in the hallway between the gym and the offices and class rooms. I felt better because someone else had left their bike there, but my borrowed bike was so HUGE that with the other bike there I was afraid no one would be able to get by. And that's when I woke up. I have no idea why I was going to the church, mind, or where I was coming from, or why I had borrowed Ben's bike! I haven't even seen Ben in like 5, or possibly longer. I think my dream-self decided it was his bike because when he lived here he had a funny bike with a long almost inclined seat, so that the handlebars were relatively very high up.
I suppose it was an anxiety dream of sorts, but I mostly woke up feeling baffled and bemused. I hope you have all enjoyed this new installment of adventures in my subconscious :p
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