poem and bicycles

so, i had reached a point of transition. i had to speak to this group about what my plans were for the future--what i was going to do with all i had learned. (the context of the group and the learning was vague, but i definitely had to speak to them.) i found a poem that i was going to use to introduce my mini-speech, and then i was going to translate the poem's symbolism and explain what it meant for me in my real life.

i was nervous, because i actually had no idea how i had grown or what it meant for my future. but i felt obligated to say something significant. i did think that i was better at communicating than before, and so i planned to comment on that. (this seems funny. if i really was a better communicator, wouldn't i just tell them the truth (that i had no idea where i was headed) rather than feeling obligated to make something up?) oh well.

later (maybe the same dream? maybe not?) i was at the top of a large set of stairs. i had a bicycle that i was carrying and trying to maneuver around other bicycles over my head. i finally got it settled on a track-like thing. turns out there were two other bicycles on similar tracks (at the top of the stairs)--one on my left and one on my right.

i started to move my bicycle down the track, but i lost control and it went zooming down to the bottom of the stairs, where things looked like the checkout area of target or some other similar store. the bike crashed into the stopping point and was slightly damaged by the impact. everyone down at the bottom was mad at me for what happened, but i thought it was strange that they had these bikes on these tracks but had inadequate means for stopping them safely when they zoomed down. plus, the damage was minor.