What was most unusual about last night's dreaming is that it took place entirely at home. Mind you home was different than waking life but there was enough continuity which made the changes less jarring.
The upstairs apartment had been vacated and immediately rented out to someone else also named Adrian. It was night-time if you want to set the scene, by the way. He was knocking on the laundry room door with the intent of introducing himself to me. Definitely younger than me, half as much if my reckoning is still worth a damn, and the first thing he said was how it was awesome to live in a place with someone also named Adrian.
He sat on one of those Wal-Mart camping folding chairs while I stood in the doorway keeping the screen door between us. That's when I noticed that the south side of the laundry room wall was now adorned with a screen window with venetian blinds. While we were talking the blinds opened and scared the shit out of me. An angry Chinese woman who was the fourth tenant was screaming at us for being so noisy so late at night and how we should be in bed so she can sleep and work for a living unlike fat Americans.
On Thursday I commuted on my bike despite the early morning protests of wanting to be lazy and drive to work. When I arrived at work I felt pretty good. Coming home I felt awesome. I noticed that the tires were starting to get soft so first thing upon getting home I pumped them up. Sweat was dripping everywhere because it was pretty warm and the sun was very bright and clear.
What I've come to realize, since I forget so easily, is that remaining active is good for one's well being. Mentally and physically. The visualization is that my brain is nothing but a loud mouthed nerd. Always talking shit but never following through with his threats, cajoles and trolls. Once I get on that bike, warm up a bit and begin pedalling that idle process which makes life unbearable finally shuts up because it's being confronted with my physical prowess.
"Why didn't I fucking ride on Wednesday?" was my shocked mantra. Seriously if I felt so bad why didn't I just get on my bike and go somewhere, anywhere even if it's the same old shit from the past two months?
I have no idea. Hopefully I'll have the presence of mind to pedal my way to happiness in the future rather than wallowing in my own shit.
