Well, not really….
However, I did unwittingly complete an Ironman triathlon without breaking a sweat….
In my dream that is…
RUNNING – Up a long dirt hill. I was being chased by Nazis and I was headed toward the trees. I was running out of breath, but kept on going.
SWIMMING – The dirt road ended at a cliff edge and I jumped into the water below, swimming, swimming, swimming through cold water to get to the other side. I think I have lost them, but cannot be too sure, so I keep up the pace.
BICYCLING – I scramble through the brush on the bank and get to a dirt road. I see a bicycle with a yellow basket leaning against an old wood barn. I jump on the bike and pedal on ~ and on ~ and on ~ and on ~ and on ~ and on.
I pass a gentleman on a bicycle coming from the opposite direction. He is tall and thin and carrying a chandelier.
The Icicle Thief, 1989 spoof on the 1949 Italian film The Bicycle Thief
The “Truth Is” photo is borrowed from the 2008 American film Ironman poster.
So many funny lines in that movie… here is one that stands out to me, as it came to me in sleep or trying to sleep mode.
“I’m Tony Stark. I build neat stuff, got a girl, occasionally save the world. So why can’t I sleep?”
If you are curious about triathlon distances…
I’m tired, it’s time to wake up.
Just waking up, a little more groggy than usual. Probably because it’s Saturday and I slept a little later than I do during the week. Having time to wake in early dawn and gently glide back to sleep, confident no bells will be jangling me awake momentarily.
Oversleeping can lead to some dreaming…. or maybe it is what is called a pizza dream… well, I had two of these.
The first was so disgusting I just don’t want to even think about it. It involved being eaten alive by snails. It wasn’t painful, but graphically horrendous to see my flesh being ripped open, my muscles being gobbled through flesh, tendons and down to bone.
The second dream is the one that I really felt with my entire being. I was at some kind of event, conference, music show, I’m not sure. I was feeling a bit of anxiety. I was searching the stage to find Marshall Crenshaw who was scheduled to perform. I knew the familiar vocal would soothe my nerves and calm me down. I couldn’t find him or any beacon of calm in the chaos of the space. As my heart started racing my knees buckled and I began to fall.
Next thing I know, an EMT, a guru or soothsayer was behind me cradling me gently, speaking so softly it was more of a vibration of a guitar string or a hummingbird wing. Gently calming me, massaging my head and neck and down my back. I was enveloped in warm and calm a resonance of calm thru every nerve. I heard a whisper. It said, “You must run, make each step deliberate and strong, run everyday this week, step into it with your heart…. and then, when you are strong, pack a bag and go home. You will know what you are there for.”
Then I heard a door slam and I awoke. I have many ideas what this dream means to me. I just love the physicality. Was it my own self comforting myself in slumber or had my husband rolled over to spoon? I am not running as my knees will not allow but I am stepping deliberately today, into a weekend of many activities and encounters with friends. I am calm and happy.