At the end of my first night dream, Buddy had simply gone off with someone and was nowhere to be found. When I awoke, this was disturbing, but I knew the bike was not really gone. Or at least so I though. I didn't actually go check.
Then, the following night, I experienced a continuation of the dream. As mysteriously as it went away, the bike simply came back. And, as strangely, it's return seemed simply ordinary. At the end of it, I concluded that bike dreams seemed a bit like bikes in real life - simply ordinary and a bit dreamy all at the same time.
Come Monday, I rode to work in the rain. Later, a coworker I'd never met made a point of meeting me. I'm not exactly sure why, but he thought riding in a "postal mix" was something extraordinary. Actually, the name "postal mix" was a weather term I had never heard before Monday. For those not "in the know," a postal mix consists of a little rain, a little sleet, and a little snow. Cool, eh?
Like A Football - Yesterday, while riding, I started to feel like a football. I am not complaining; I am merely relating a sensation. It seems that everywhere I turned, I w...
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