Recurring themes: dreams about cycling

I often dream about the bike.

Only this morning did I dream that I was struggling to get my shorts on, ready for a ride, but had noted that my sock had worn right through the heel. The sun was shining through my bedroom window, golden and warm, despite the fact in my dream it was still December it felt very much like June. When I awoke I thought to myself: "That's pretty daft! The morning sun rises at the other side of the house!"

You never realise you're dreaming until you awake.

Perhaps a response in my body feeling the warmth of the duvet and the central heating. Its easy to rationalise once awake. I look out my window as I type this and I note a warm glow of the winter sun, now sinking, perhaps to seek its own slumber.

Another time I dreamt I was late for work. I had decided to walk, something I've done in reality a few times. It takes an hour and saves on bus fare, but in the dream a magical, but invisible bicycle appears beneath me and I ride out in symbiosis with the traffic, making headway.

One last theme in these dreams is myself riding at speed. As a child I often dreamt of flying, and riding a bicycle is as close as you can logically come to that "made flesh". Or indeed made flesh, steel, rubber and aluminium. A kind of solitude, not loneliness but a feeling of being one with my surroundings. I hate hippyisms but that's truly the closest I can get to a description. Feeling becomes thinking, feeling spurs thought process, sweat and pain give way to a heightened state, accomplishment, power, forcing my own will and desire upon machinery until it relinquishes its own story.