I was up for a short while this morning before I realized I wasn't going to be able to go forward on the amount of sleep the night had provided.
I went back to bed for an hour.
I had a dream.
I was driving my motorcycle.
The one I haven't owned since 1979.
I was driving along and suddenly, as far as my eye could see, the ground was covered with ice.
There were no other people.
There were no other cars.
It was a winter wonderland.
When I realized that I was driving on a sheet of ice, I closed my eyes.
And I thought to myself, "It is impossibly dangerous for me to be driving this motorcycle on this sheet of ice with my eyes closed."
I was scared for a split second.
And then I thought, "It's okay. This is only a dream."
So I sped up.
And I kept my eyes closed.
I felt the cold air on my face.
I felt the wind in my hair.
I drove across that ice.
And I felt incredibly free.
It was wonderful.
And then I woke up.
And I've been enjoying that dream all day.