I have some pretty strange dreams from time to time. My favorite of all time, which I have had multiple times, is the one where I am all Laura Crofted out and sniping zombies from the tops of buildings in New York City. I look pretty bad ass in that dream too. But last nights dream had me looking more lame ass than bad ass. Before I dive off into the very shortened version of this dream, What I am about to tell you is true. I have a motorcycle that I call my baby bike. I call it that because it is a CBR250r. A small bike indeed but just perfect for a new rider like me.
And now, the summarized version of my dream ~
I am in my garage, fully geared out and ready to climb onto my baby bike and take it for a spin. As I am riding along, the bike appears to be getting smaller. I find this very strange, duh, but keep riding anyway. I am on the hunt for a parking garage where I can “practice” maneuvering my bike in tight spaces. I decide to head into South Lake. Their parking garage is pretty suckish in that tight spaces is not an issue. So, I arrive and I notice that my bike seems even a bit smaller than it did before. I shake it off and head into the parking garage. That is when it happens. My bike is now so small that I feel like I am riding a miniature. And the even more freaky/stupid part is that the walls of the parking garage are closing in on me. I feel gigantic all of sudden. It would appear that everything around me is getting smaller because I am turning into this gigantic amazon type of a woman. I woke wondering if:
1) I am already outgrowing my baby bike
2) I probably should not have had that entire bowl of popcorn
3) I think that being a giant would be super awesome so I could crush the people that piss me off.
Hmmmm, the jury is still out on this one.