I had another dream this morning. This had to do with a bicycle. I had the urge to ride a bike, but I didn’t really have one. Then I thought about the last bike I had. It was a hand-me-down from my brother when I was about twelve. It was one of those 1970’s boy bikes with a long banana seat. And it was gold. No, I couldn’t ride that today. Not in a million years.
A colleague named Rhetta showed up in my dream offering to refurbish the bike for me. I told her I didn’t want the banana seat, although it’s more comfortable than the regular bicycle seat. I also told her I had little experience on a speed bike, as I spent most of my biking history on bikes that had pedal brakes. For some reason when I said brake I actually said “bake” then corrected myself.
Rhetta happily went to work fixing up the bike, but I got puzzled as to why she was in my dream fixing my bike. It came to me long after I woke up. She’s a cyclist and I had totally forgotten about that. How strange that I found that out months ago and forgotten but it showed up in my dream. 🙂