I have two recurring cycling related dreams. One of them involves riding over the Arenberg forest in slow motion just like this. I try really hard to look like I’m not suffering but find it difficult to drown out the pain shooting up my arms with each bump of the cobblestone. I know I’ve reached the end of my career despite people telling me I have a couple more seasons left. I raise my arm and pull off to the gutter and let the riders pass. The neutral support guys are checking my wheels for a puncture and I just shake my head no. I dismount and sit on the curb for a while letting the sweat mix with dust. I just sit there in my own gray nirvana without a thought in my head for what seems like forever. I don’t feel anything and I don’t hear anything. When everyone’s gone by, I bend over and kiss the stones. I always wake up peaceful but thirsty from this dream.
In the other dream, I’m a chained blind albino monkey performing a show in the town square by riding a tricycle and pissing at the crowd.