I dream that my dad’s gone to see his parents and relatives up in Paradise. I ask him how it’s going. He says it’s fine, they’re all on a bike ride. Somehow I can see him speaking on the phone, he’s riding his bike inside a forest with golden leaves. For one moment I bask in the absolute certainty that there is an afterlife and everything is gonna be fine.
Tag: bikes
No Double Entendre Really
I dream that my bike has no handlebar and my neighbor gives me an old pink one.
I Wish My Dreams Made More Narrative Sense
I dream that my brother and I are staying at my sister’s for a few days. She lives in the same building I rented my apartment in during uni. Is midnight and she came back home already, we’re waiting for dad to come pick us up, but now my brother is sick and I have to drive home alone in our old blue car. I’m almost home when I remember I can’t drive. I’m on a motorbike now, I don’t even know how to go faster, but I figure out you have to squeeze the handle. I get home and mom is in the kitchen, she says happy birthday. It’s not my birthday I say, but I check the calendar and indeed it is.
Snippets That Used To Be Much More Detailed But I Lost Them
I dream that I’m riding a rusty red tricycle across train tracks. Two girls in a car are yelling at me, say I didn’t look before crossing, but I did, I looked left and right.
Then I dream that a local greengrocer is closing forever, the owners are putting on a ‘woe is me’ show saying it’s the government’s fault. I happen to know they are scammers so I tear them apart.
Then I dream that I look at the calendar and it’s June. How can it be? I was just here looking forward our next cold spell? How did I miss so much time? Flowers are blooming outside my window. I despair. My mother says I was just sitting at my desk staring at nothing for months.
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