Last night I had a recurring dream: I was zooming around NJ in my Jetta (most times it's my deceased LeBaron Convertible- sniff) At some point I lose control, but before I crash, I get it back again. I know, there's the obvious parallel to my life- but can anyone come up with something more interesting?
Two nights ago I had an interesting variation: instead of night, it was day, and I was riding all over on my childhood bicycle. (The ugly orange one- not the 10-speed I had as a teenager.) I kept adjusting the handlebars, going hither and yon. Instead of losing control, however, I felt the chain slipping here and there. I got off to see what was the matter, & saw that some of the gear teeth were stripped. I thought of going on, but I was in front of my parents' house, & I thought I should go in because I hadn't seen them in a while, & their feelings would be upset if I passed them by. Odd.