Dream 031 – a motorcycle, a freeway, a 1.6 km run

Last night’s dream was fairly lively, but lacking substantial plot.

*start of dream*

I was riding with a friend on a motorcycle. The strange thing was that this motorcycle was constructed more like a bicycle. Even more strangely, passengers would ride in a very large basket across the handle bars.

We started off at a leisurely pace, but we started going faster and faster. Soon, I realize that we’re on a freeway. I look back at the speedometer and we’re sailing through at 130 km/h. I yell (to be heard over the highway noise) and ask if we can take the city streets so we can go slower. My friend refuses. It’s not that far, he insists.

We end up taking some interchanges and transfer to another bigger freeway. We get stuck behind a truck pulling a large white cube-shaped trailer. We almost get crushed when the truck changes lanes.

Eventually my friend pulls over on the side of the road and gets off the motorcycle. He informs me that he needs to go for his daily run and proceeds off to the right of the freeway. It’s only 1.6 km and I need to join him, he says.

We leave the motorcycle and go for a run. The path is a mix of flat and very steep sections. At one point he brings me up a steep section and I look down. If I lost my footing, I would fall quite far and certainly be injured. He persists and I push through after a taking a few seconds to psych myself up for the big climb ahead.

*end of dream*