Ten years ago, I never walked. This was a personal choice on my part. I wasn’t in a horrible accident or anything equally dramatic. Such accidents didn’t come until much later and even then I wasn’t doomed to “forever roll.”
Ten years ago I chose to rollerblade whenever I felt The Need™. Didn’t matter where it was. I rolled up and down the halls of the CCRH’s seven floors. I also glided around the campus’ 2 mile loop and when I grew bored of that, I began ducking and dodging inside parking lots and sidewalk paths. Nearly all of my campus glides ocurred between the midnight to 3 AM hours.
Tonight I had a dream. I was in a city that felt like Huntsville but was most assuredly not Huntsville. I was flying upright. I was ‘blading. My start and end point was unkown but in the middle, I was everywhere. I went down busy intersections, alongside country roads, in the rough for a fair sized chunk of the workout.
A couple of construction trucks kept blasting by me. Dousing me with leaves dirt and branches each time. While they were passing I stayed in the rough. I ‘bladed on dirt and grass.
I awoke feeling refreshed and oddly content. Now for all you folks who think that dreams of flying are dreams about sex I have one question. What does it mean when you dream about sex?
I really like my dreams.
To be continued…
