I had to tell someone who would understand, because the Mrs. sure didn't.
I came out of the bedroom this morning and dropped an F-bomb, the Mrs. In some yoga trance said "what, what's wrong" I proceeded to tell her I had a dream in which I was cleaning out a barn or something for someone and they had told me I could have anything there cause it was all junk, to my surprise there was a stack of stretch dyno frames, a couple straight bars, and some other things bike dreams are made of. I wasn't even able to touch them because some large truck somewhere was backing up (alarm clock) and it roused me from my sleep. She just looked at me with that blank look that comes from someone who doesn't understand this sickness. Anyways that's my bicycle dream last night.
I came out of the bedroom this morning and dropped an F-bomb, the Mrs. In some yoga trance said "what, what's wrong" I proceeded to tell her I had a dream in which I was cleaning out a barn or something for someone and they had told me I could have anything there cause it was all junk, to my surprise there was a stack of stretch dyno frames, a couple straight bars, and some other things bike dreams are made of. I wasn't even able to touch them because some large truck somewhere was backing up (alarm clock) and it roused me from my sleep. She just looked at me with that blank look that comes from someone who doesn't understand this sickness. Anyways that's my bicycle dream last night.
