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Blah… was a touch late this morning, because apparently I turned my alarm off without waking up this morning. I do this sometimes when I’m beyond tired. I know the alarm was turned on last night, Jay and I were talking about something while I was doing it, so I remember actually doing it and I’m sure if I ask him he would remember it too. Anyhow, I woke up at quarter after eight, when normally I leave by five to eight… so I was late. I’m hungry now. I’ll have to grab a bagel on break.

I had more strange dreams last night… at least this one wasn’t disturbing in that anyone died or disappeared or anything… and I wasn’t John Cusack this time. I dreamed I was at work, (oh, that’s a great start) and we had a meeting at some place across town. For some reason, I was working in Hamilton rather than Toronto. I missed my ride with the people who knew where the meeting was, so in an attempt to catch up with them I hopped on my red bmx bike with bright blue tires (the one I had when I was a kid,) and took off down the street… over and under bridges, avoiding huge trucks barrelling towards me, trying my damndest to catch up and find that place I was supposed to go to for this meeting. I turned a corner that went from city street to country road in a few quick pedals, ending with a swampy dead end. By this point I was hopelessly lost and late for this important meeting, but my mind was filled with memories of this town, of this muddy road, from my childhood… except that I know I didn’t spend my childhood in a place that looked at all like what my dream was showing me. It was like I was living in someone else’s memories and they were attached to my red bmx bike, a bike that I haven’t seen since I was 10 years old or so.

1 Comment

  • Anonymous

    September 12, 2000 at 10:02 pm

    dreamweaver4

    seems like somewhere along your life path, you missed a road. especially during pre-adolescence. now you’re trying to gain that forgotten lesson/trip/memory/place because you think it will aid your success at this time.

    *the harder you pedal, the farther away that goal will seem. you’ll only achieve sore legs.*