1934

Did an early morning 9am RSB session--I nearly overslept but got there only a few minutes late. The new coach did the class--and she set up a set of lengthy stations that kept us moving for about an hour. It felt good--and it seemed to not leave me worn out although I did nap after getting back home.

I dreamt last night--a rolling moving dream about a bicycle rally. We were in a wooded area with dirt trails--and lots of places where a rider could encounter obstacles. When we started, the trail looked like it went straight through a break in the trees--and was the obvious way to go. In fact, the break opened onto a drop-off--which if taken led to a sheer cliff. At the last moment--riders saw where the break led and took a less obvious route. If not, they might shoot the break--and end up going over the cliff. I saw the trap--and veered onto the less obvious route. Because the last minute took me away from the break--I couldn't see if any riders went over the cliff but thought some might have done so.

The dream continued with cyclists scattered along the trail--eventually we came to an old building. We were going to spend the night there--and resume the rally in the early morning. Inside the place was just a huge open space--with a food/drink counter in one corner. I went up to the counter--and ordered a cup of tea. I was served a hot tea--that tasted quite good. It had cloves and cinnamon flavors--and was sweet and tasty. We slept on the floor--wrapped in our sleeping bags.

The dream was very clear--and quite detailed. There was some undercurrent about the whole dream--something that was not quite right about things. Like the break at the beginning--where riders could be harmed.