Last night I had a dream that I woke up this a.m., looked out the living room window, and saw a tent in the street with a sign, "Jim's Cycles." I walked out, in my pajamas, and noticed about a dozen cyclists out there, grabbing their bikes from people associated with whoever (whomever? I never know... I think it is whomever, because I can say "associated with him," right? I'll resolve that later.) Jim is.
It turned out that the cyclists ride on Jim's team and were riding in a Minneapolis bike tour that started on 43rd Street - the street at the end of my block.
There were a lot of mundane details to this dream: conversations about the team, the bikes (in my dream I was super knowledgeable of brands, styles, and components), the riders, etc. I went around and followed the team and saw them ride by parts of the city that don't actually exist. I also gave them some Gatorade.
When I woke up, it took me a minute to realize it wasn't real.
I might have dreamed about biking because I'm biking to my friend Marcy's house today and we are biking to the movies. I was thinking about the route before I went to bed. And then I'm going to the grand opening of the Dinkytown Greenway tomorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing the mayor speak. He's a big supporter of bikes/bikeability. I'm going to miss him when he leaves office.
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