November 11th, 2005 at 04:04pm
There’s nothing like a dream about a strange bicycle race in an unknown suburb.
The three things I remember of the dream
1. I was a professional cyclist (could anything be further from the truth?)
2. The race started in a funny version of Manuka on top of Red Hill
3. We had to cycle through cafes…and kitchens…and parks….and on rooftops…
Entry Filed under: Samuel's Dreams