Friday, August 17, 2007


I remember being on a bicycle. I don’t think it was my bicycle. It seemed a little tall for me, but I managed. It’s all quite fuzzy, but I remember being at the corner of 300 West and 300 South – just outside Tony Caputo’s, waiting to cross the street. It was sunny and warm, but not as hot as it has been the last couple of days.

At that time I noticed the handle bars seemed to be upside down. They weren’t before – but somehow I took my eyes off the bike and now they were. Because of this change it was harder to pedal and now my hands were up higher than I was used to.

I thought maybe if I turned the handle bars back to the way they were I would have an easier time getting home. I also noticed since the handle bars were switched, the front tire was a little flat. I thought about how I might fix that. I sure didn’t have an air pump. I hoped maybe somewhere on my way home someone would be pumping air and I could ask them to help me.

I wish I could remember what happened next. Maybe that’s when I woke up.


Ilene said...

I don't even know what to say. I'm glad you woke up because it sounds quite stressful.

Perhaps we should psychoanalize this dream.

laura said...

Oddly enough, I don't remember feeling too stressed about it.

I think the bike came from me examining my roommate's bike the other day as I passed it to do my laundry. And I did go to Tony Caputo's for lunch that day. And last week I took a picture of a guy on a very tall bike.

But someone at work told me I'm trying really hard to move forward with things but keep hitting obstacles and I'm getting pulled back.

Ilene said...

and don't forget the Electra complex either.

psychoanalyze. I can spell.