so the dream cycle is over. it ended, oddly enough, with a cycle dream.
in the dream, i am late for a bike race. i’ve had the dream a million times where i’m late for a 24-hour run, thus making it a 23-hour run or a 22-hour run, but never a bike race. this dream is particularly odd in that i haven’t raced bikes in 15 years or so. anyhow i spend the entire dream futilely chasing the faraway pack of cyclists. then i woke up and shaved my legs.
this leads me to believe that perhaps the preceding fast-run dreams were not so much a sign of things to come as much as they were just dreams.
still, it’s nice to dream.