Seems I am done dreaming of new year(')s. I did dream of a bike trip, but my back wheel was off an office chair, and not until the boy in blue underpants pointed that out to me, did that slow me down. Friendly about the whole thing, the boy told me about my bike, the cadet, and said that it was a real good bike, nice and light. To me it was just red, and now, red with a bum wheel.
I'm pretending to read Freud for one of my classes. For no reason, other than as a whopping metaphor for the short story, we are reading the Interpretation of Dreams. For the short story you can apply words like condensation and displacement. I get it. I've seen enough of the words already to know what Freud would have to say about my dreams. Something like, "You perv."
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