How is this for symbolism: last night I dreamt of being on a long road ride, nothing new there. However, as the ride progressed the terrain went from smooth, buttery pavement to unfinished chip-seal to washboard double-track strewn with debris. I finally crested over the hill to learn that I'd found a duplicate Boise, identical in landmarks, climate, even social groups and people... yet I was some 100 km from my familiar Boise.
A breeze picked up, I was in down town suddenly. The voracious wind became so strong that I could no longer pedal my bike, hardly could I walk. Soon I was leaning over at an angle nearly parallel to the ground, straining calves and quads in an attempt to simply walk down the sidewalk. The seriously weird part: all of my surroundings, the trees and dust on the ground and the stacked papers on nearby tables... none of them were moving in the slightest. People walked by me totally unaffected by the invisible force that I was struggling against. I felt like I was somehow cursed to battle this insurmountable curse that resisted me.
Hm, lots to think about there. Of course, the dream also included a talking squirrel with a skunk-like fur pattern, and a floating zeppelin that delivered Cheetos snackpacks to the hordes of frogs below... but I'm still trying to sort those details out in my head....
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