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Dream

10:32am PST Sunday 22 December 2002

(dreams)

Wende and I were at SWUUSI and I saw Bryn and her mom. Grabbed Wende by the hand and ran up to Bryn. "HI!" but she was rather non-responsive. So I told her I got her a guitar pin from Hard Rock Cafe, and she didn't seem to want it.

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Saw some cats doing tricks on skateboards, jumping over curbs and chain guardrails and such. I decided I could do it and went up to the top of the hill.

I got scared at first, and then recoginized it was a dream.

"This is a dream, just do a 360 over the chain." Rolled down the hill and lept when I came near the curb, did a 360 counterclockwise over the curb and chain and landed with glee on the other side.

Then we were inside a rather large, glass walled elevator car, sitting along the sides of it, and the sliding elevator doors didn't lead out of the elevator, but just to the elevator's own entry way, which was in itself another elevator.

Not online

3:11pm PST Sunday 22 December 2002

Wow. None of my friends are online. Not even Colleen. ;-)

Dude has been playing Civilization. Veronica and Pablo are out grocery shopping. Dude and I are about to go bike riding.

5:06pm

Still no one online???

bicyclin

5:06pm PST Sunday 22 December 2002

Dude and I just got back from riding up and down a big hill near his house. Probably 400 feet up this muddy steep narrow trail that neither of us could ride up. Had to walk. Feet would often slip on the steeper parts. Actually I could ride up on the less steep parts if sharp granite gravel covered the trail, but not otherwise.

Near the top of the hill, it smoothed out some, so we could ride around the top. A post was planted there in 1969. I was all, "d'oh!! Someone has already been here!!!" like we had discovered a new land. "But at least no one has been here since 1969."

Beautiful cloud shrouded view of the mountain some miles away. Fog hung around us as well; we had made it to the clouds.

Then down down down down not like speed demons, but faster than running and definitely more dangerous. At the steeper parts it was so difficult to find the perfect amount of brakeage to keep the mud covered tires rolling some to give us some traction, but not so much speed that we couldn't navigate. Often my back wheel would lock up and slide sideways, making for particularly difficult time steering down the hill and staying on my bike.

I dismounted twice. Once headlong into some briars, and once kinda into a tree, but mostly just using it to stop me.

Dude dismounted twice as well I think. One time he was going over a hill and his front wheel slipped sideways and he jumped over his handlebars to the safety of the soft ground. We both laughed.

At the bottom of the hill we found the steepest, ruttiest parts, plus had to *not* go over a four foot vertical drop to the parking lot, which featured a pile of steel pipe, presumably for installing sewer lines for a set of lots nearby.

Then the *real* speed began, when we got to head home on the paved roadway with wonderfully steep grade. In my top gear 3-8, I could not always keep up with my wheels. So incredibly awesome!!

Had to slow for some 180 degree turns marked with 15 and 20 mph warning signs but other than that, we just hauled ass downhill.

The gentle switchbacks with suggested speed of 30 mph were easily navigable (navigatable?) at our topmost speed. Hmmm. Need more speed somehow.

To the bottom of the hill, flat ground back to his neighborhood entrance, but then up up up up up in low gear to get back up to his house. I wonder how many vertical feet we rode down that hill & road.