Lorenzo Lago
New Member
I dreamt I was racing Christopher Plummer on bicycles. We were racing uphill on a sidewalk. There was a high concrete wall to our left. The street was on our right. As we got nearer the top, we both began to tire. We got off the bikes and walked them the rest of the way up. That's the last thing I remember. Honestly, I don't think dreams mean a damn thing. I think they're just scraps of random images that pass through our minds. Someone might be able to talk me out of that belief. I'd love to hear dreams that other people have.