my dream bike

i was a really odd child. instead of playing outside with friends on hot summer days, i'd go to the library with my dad and sister and bring home a pile of books almost as tall as i was. but i was no baby genius, oh no, i wasn't reading tolstoy! the majority of my books were of the mystical persuasion; tarot cards, mind reading, astrology, and the most relevant to the story below, the interpretation of dreams.

much of what i gathered from these dream interpretation frameworks was, well, that much of it was bullshit. but some of the more serious books (the boring ones!) did point out the link between waking life and dreams. see, the story goes like this:

my friend guy had his bike sitting in my place for the past month; he was waiting patiently for the most opportune moment to come pick it up. the weather was delightful yesterday so why wait any longer? he mentioned to me that he had hoped he could get it tuned up in the near future. of course this sparked some kind of subconscious processes and i ended up having the most fantastic dream about the most fantastic bike, pictured here:

so check it, there i am at the bus terminal in kitchener waiting for the next 7 to roll around. i take a look around me and there he is! this guy! this guy with a great little handlebar moustache, surrounded by a glorious array of interior decor items and knick-knacks, and standing behind the sparkling bike. it was such a lovely scene, i had to approach him, and you know what i say? i kid you not, i said, word for word, "oh my god, how are you so awesome that you have that bike?" (damn my fan-girl ways! so embarrassing). he just looks at me for a bit, not saying anything and when he finally does, GET THIS! HE'S GERMAN! he can't understand a single thing i said! but dreams are magical, you know, and so this super nice girl comes out of the wood works and says she'll translate! cool! she tells him i think his bike is fantastic as i look around at his other belongings: a large wooden display frame filled with vintage beer bottles (inspiration for future apartment), a rustic industrial lamp, and a beaten up trunk.


after a brief, translated conversation, he went on his merry way and my dream progressed to stranger, more embarrassing territory. i do not wish to divulge anything more than it involved the jonas brothers and chat roulette. make of that what you will.

(postscript: the bike is from aurumania.com, its production was limited to 50, and the frame and forks are plated with 24-carat gold. oh yeah, and it costs 21,000 euros.)