I’m in a bicycle shop walking with Mary. The lights are off but it’s daytime and there’s ambient light coming in through the windows. There are a lot of bicycles. I’m looking for a bicycle for Mary. She’s walking ahead of me. I’m suddenly attracted to a particular aisle to the left and walk over to a series of black bicycles, both for men and women. I find one that looks particularly sporty and seems to have some very modern contrivances on it. I bring her over to it to explore.
My first feeling when I wake up is that I’m trying to get rid of her. But my experience with bicycles in dreams is the element of balance. So many dreams I have where I’m riding wheelies is such an expert fashion. Even within the last couple weeks, I recall a dream where I’m riding wheelies, able to stop, rotate, bounce, etc. So I’m not sure why I felt that way when I awoke.
