Or swimming? Or biking? Or racing? I do on a pretty regular basis. Of course, these dreams are never anything totally like real life. There’s always some highly entertaining weirdness involved. Must be recovery for my brain.
I think I watched too many detective shows with a friend last week. We were entranced with NCIS, CSI, and Lie to Me episodes. So big surprise, last night I dreamt I was being chased. I was hauling you-know-what through back alleys, hopping over fences with ease, and running at a very fast clip. It wasn’t a jog or a trot. It was a full-on SPRINT for my life.
I woke up with a grin. Somehow that dream made me feel optimistic about my running in the future. And my sheets looked like they went through a stirring mixer. They were tossed on the other side of the bed. Sleeping is supposed to be about rest, but tell that to my subconscious.