Dreams Recurring

I am a 26 year old college student at Ohio State University (OSU). I am male, white, homosexual. If you want to know anything else, you'll just have to read the blog itself. The title comes from an old Husker Du song, though I did change it slightly. **ATTENTION** some of the entries in this blog contain sexually explicit material.

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Friday, April 21, 2006

Last night I dreamed that I stole someone's bicycle. It was one of those little hipster bikes you see young ruffians riding around on. I don't know what you call them, and I can't find a picture, but basically they look like bikes for little kids, but full grown men are riding them.

So I stole one, and rode it around for awhile. I was amazed at how easily it handled. I could go up and down steps with no problem. I was like a wheeled extension of my feet. Actually, in waking reality a couple of days ago I saw someone riding one, and he just jumped over a large puddle, just like he was stepping over it. I was impressed, and envious.

But I felt guilty about the bike I stole in the dream, so I put it back, only not in the same place, because I didn't want anyone to see me.

I still believe that I will see my bike somewhere. I check out every bike that rides by, hoping that it will be mine. But what would I do if it were? Would I chase the person? Would I yell and scream? How likely would it be that I would actually catch up with him? And what if I did catch him? What would I do then?

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