November 13th, 2005


Demon bicycling

Fell asleep unexpectedly last night. Dreamt about a curse or something. I had to go see a priest about it, so I bicycled there. Funny thing about these kinds of dreams is that if I have to go somewhere, I dream of my destination almost always as seeing it from a vantage point at the top of a hill, and I can see the path I have to take to get there. Anyway, for some reason I bicycle through a lot of yard and hop lots of fences. I don't know why. Eventually, one of those yards has a bicycle locker. However, on my return… I can't recall the outcome of the visit. As is likely, I think I got distracted by someone asking where the bike was so I retraced my steps. And I can't find the bike in the rows of hanging bikes. I think I hooked it on the second row, but it's not there. Eventually I find a computer, and I put in my receipt, and it pops up on a map of the rows. Only that row is off to the side and vertical rather than horizontal. And it now has greeting cards, not hanging bicycles.

And then I woke up.



I don't think I've felt self-pity for years. Used to be the master of self-pity. Didn't even notice it has all but vanished.