lucyoncolorado

As usual, when my life gets busy, I haven't had much recall at all lately. A few times, I've woken up with clear memories of exciting and mundane dreams, but I just haven't had the time lately to write any of them down. I've been too distracted even to keep notes of the dreams so that I can flesh them out later, and so they have all faded away. This one snippet below is something I dreamt last night. It was part of a bigger dream, but this is all I can remember. I remember this vividly because it was so pleasant!

In which we are cycling badasses...

R and I are riding our bicycles on the freeway. We are a part of a caravan from one place to another, but everyone else is driving. My father and someone else are in the car in front of us, and we pedal close behind so that we increase our speed and ease of travel by staying in an area of less resistance. Another man pulls up beside us in his car. He is middle aged and ginger haired, and he has a younger man in the passenger seat. At first we think he is driving aggressively because he boxes us in. Then we realize that he is reducing the resistance even more for us. Somehow we are now flying along at car speed, riding in the momentum that the two cars have created. It’s like we are in a tunnel of motion. After we get settled into the rhythm of the speed, it becomes extremely pleasant. The action requires just enough effort that we are wholly engaged in what we are doing, but not so much that it is a chore. We hit the zone when the action becomes effortless and we just focus on being where we are, at that moment. It's a beautiful day, and I can hear only the wind and the birds overhead. Everything seems to move in slow motion, serenely. There are mountains and canyons in the distance and the sun is shining warm on our skin. I look over at the man in the car next to us and he smiles. We are sharing the moment.

Later at the hostel, R and I are impressed at how quickly we covered the distance. Neither R nor I are tired at all; the cycling had been easy. We think of how it sounds more impressive than it really was. One day, when we tell our children that we pedaled all this way, they will think we are badasses.