february 21, 2012
the dreams: somehow i know i’m supposed to be doing some research while i’m in venice(?). i know that umberto eco has done extensive research for his books even though i’ve never read any. i don’t know what it is i’m supposed to be studying but for the first time in a dream i’m not feeling overly anxious about it. i’m riding on some stunt bicycle in a velodrome along with several other people. my bike is maybe 20 feet tall and i’m trying to figure out how to ride it (showoff, maybe?) with no hands. we all get called to our tour bus to move on to the next stop. i’m going up a hill in my own car. it’s a dirt road, maybe in a jungle. i’m watching cars launching over the top of the hill coming down toward me. one car looks like a yugo or some old boxy nissan. dark green, i think, and rusty, beat up. the car is maybe missing the front left wheel and the front right wheel is a donut spare. the driver has no control and narrowly misses slamming into a telephone pole. the car rolls. i think i should get out to help as other people rush to do so. but i don’t really want to. when the driver is pulled from the car he’s fine except i can see he’s got one leg already in a big cast. i think to myself he’s an idiot for stunt driving after an accident.
my thoughts: i had been thinking about my dad the night before. i was thinking about how intelligent he was and the book he wrote (which i’ve never read). i had been speaking with a fellow meeting-goer about bicycle riding. back in september i had my own bike accident and i’m getting close to having my bike fixed up and giving it another go. the cast on the driver resembled the front wrist and hoof of a deer. we have a weird print hanging in our bedroom and before i went to sleep i was examining the way the deers hooves work in relation to my own arms and legs.
