Bicycle Blues

Dream 5/26/2017

I'm over at my sister and brother-in-law's house. At one moment, my brother-in-law starts being very rude to me. I throw a few expletives his way and storm out the door. I jump in my Jeep to leave but then decide to take a bicycle instead.

I ride the bike out of their neighborhood. At one point, I ride across a large patch of grass. It becomes too difficult and so I climb off the bike and walk the rest of the way. When I get to the road, I feel the tires to make sure they are aired up. They are flat. I try to think. My plan is to find a gas station and use one of their air pumps to air the tires back up.

As I ride on, I find myself in a large department store. Tables lines the floor and hundreds of people are here. It's some kind of convention or celebration. The man from the electric guitar Youtube video is here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiAwOW-nXIQ. He has created a new instrument, the piano-guitar. He is showing it off at the store. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Screamin' Eagle

Dream 8/5/2015

Screamin' Eagle is a trick accomplished only with a bike and a steep hill.

Several people are flying down the hill trying not to crash their brain buckets into a tree on the way down. Their are two steps to the trick. As you shoot down the hill, you must first stand up on your pedals, then let go of the handle bars and spread your arms in the wind, like a Bald Eagle. I sit on my beater bike at the bottom of the hill awaiting my turn. A group of girls pass by giggling. I want so badly to impress them, so I climb to the top.

I sit there with a rumble in my stomach and fear in my eyes. People are watching me. The steed rolls forward until I am in a full out downhill jam. Scared out of my mind, Too fast to think, I stand up on the pedals but can't find the courage to spread my wings. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Without a Name

Dream 1-28-14

I am in my old house in Middletown, Indiana. It's a small one story home on two beautiful acres of countryside. This is the house in which I grew up.

Today we got a puppy. He is white with black spots all over. He doesn't have a name. Somebody leaves open the door to the outside. The puppy gets out. We all run to search for him. It is winter so snow is covering the ground. I grab my bicycle and start down the country road. The snow has an effect on my tires and slows me down. However, I make it into town. The town is so far away from my house that first of all I don't know how I made it here and secondly I know the dog didn't come this far, but never-the-less I start calling his name, which I don't know. 

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I am now at my sisters house in Jeffersonville, Indiana. I walk into the house to find my family dead but somewhat still alive. It's confusing. A little doll named Chucky starts to chase me. I run out of the house. I run down the block to the rich guys house but he's too busy flying his private airplane. I run back to my sisters house and suddenly I'm more concerned about finding the lost dog with no name than running from a killer doll. I walk the streets calling his name which once again, I don't know. Dream ends.

I wake up.