and i remembered.
i was standing at the bottom of a hill . . . this hill . . .
in the day world, i rode up this hill with friends kris seiber and devon code sometime in october.
it climbs way beyond what you can see. it's not far from bethany.
it goes up . . .
and up . . .
in my night world dream, i stood at the bottom of this very hill, holding
the front forks of a bicycle by the handlebar stem.
it had no wheels, no drivetrain, no brakes, no seat, no handlebars.
i knew that as long as i held tightly with both hands onto the handlebar stem that i would be safe.
it hovered and held me off the ground such that i could extend my body outwards and parallel to the ground if i wished - and i did wish that, so i did -
and i glided upwards twisting my body this way and that, weaving up the side of the hill's body.
i woke and began this day by laughing . . .