Friday, June 3, 2005

Another out-of control biking dream, going downhill from the base of the mountain to the north of us, only the neighborhood was more "farm-like".
I think someone was also chasing me after a while. I ran into a big barn made out of unfinished pine on my bike, trying to get through it. There was a big scary farmer dude. But I somehow managed to get past him (I think the people chasing me did something to the outside of the barn, like dent or scratch or something, it ticked him off and distracted him from me and I made it through.
Then woke up.

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