dream
I had a dream last night that I was running in three races in Europe. France, Belgium, Germany. We got on the plane in France, and the next thing I know we were on the street in France, 3 days later and the races were all over. I had no memory of them at all and everyone was waving goodbye to each other. There I was on the street and had no clue where I was (well, aside from France) or how to get home.
January 29th, 2006 08:52
Great! I hope that dream comes true for you. i think you’d figure out how to get home! Be well.
January 29th, 2006 11:21
Hmmm, sounds like a good idea for a RBF get together, three runs in three countries. And if you drink too much wine the night before you might forget everything ;-)
January 29th, 2006 11:50
Left, go left!
January 29th, 2006 13:15
this sounds a lot like stefano’s three-city race. only that was actually in one country. so, actually, it sounds nothing like it. but yeah. Hang a left.
January 29th, 2006 22:42
is it that dream where you are standing on a pyramid like building with a thousand women surrounding you screaming and throwing litte pickles at you?
Why am I the only one that has that dream?
-Val Kilmer (Real Genius)
January 31st, 2006 01:50
I’m digging out the book on this one…
January 31st, 2006 23:42
Oh, MAN. The dream sounds a bit baffling. On the one hand, you don’t experience the agony of running 3 races. But then you also miss the cameraderie of hanging out the other racers ….
by the way the pickle dream is hilarious.
February 2nd, 2006 10:29
i love those sorts of fun, confusing and exciting dreams…where there’s a story line that makes sense during the dream, but when you recall it, it sounds really bizarre.