A Nightmare
Have been thinking about a nightmare that woke me up last night. Back story. Several Christmases back I bought my son a bike. Not just any bike, an exact dupe of the 1978 Tour de France winner's bike. A pristine beautiful royal blue Peugeot PY-10 (lower right corner). Custom order & build only. (We both like old style, steel frame road bikes.) He says it has been the best Christmas present he has ever received and can't imagine anything ever beating it.
Anyway, the dream. Somehow, an unknown neighbor had the bike and had spray painted the entire bike. Over the chrome, the enameled badges, the french language decals. I saw it and lost my breath. "What have you done?", I kept shouting. They replied they had seen a couple minor paint chips on the bike and wanted to fix it for me and why was I upset, they just wanted to help.
I awoke, breathing heavily. I have no idea what, if anything, it means. Just believe me that bike is not going anywhere out of my sight!
Anyway, the dream. Somehow, an unknown neighbor had the bike and had spray painted the entire bike. Over the chrome, the enameled badges, the french language decals. I saw it and lost my breath. "What have you done?", I kept shouting. They replied they had seen a couple minor paint chips on the bike and wanted to fix it for me and why was I upset, they just wanted to help.
I awoke, breathing heavily. I have no idea what, if anything, it means. Just believe me that bike is not going anywhere out of my sight!
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