Monday, January 24, 2011

Strange dreams...

Last night I dreamt I rode a bicycle to Philadelphia (yes, from Chicago). Along the way I pedaled through small, hill-hugged towns, with white barns and split rail fences.  I went to Philadelphia because I was visiting a friend who was photographing the ocean (which looked remarkably like the ocean @ Delaware that time Kathleen & I went there on spring break--grey and churning). Then there was this monstrous wave so our beach party retreated to the forest, where we built a shelter out of bamboo & pine boughs and had bicycle races down pine needle-covered trails.

That's the thing I enjoy most about dreams: distance is negligible, and geography can be rearranged to suit the narrative.

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