Bicycle 
Wednesday, October 31st, 2007
In my dream before I woke, I was a kid again, and I was riding my bike to school. On the way I had to stop and pick up a few friends, who got on the bike behind me, weighing down the bike, and making it hard to steer. We took a back way to the school, and on the way the lucid portion of my mind realized that I’m in Davenport, and we are headed to Garfield Elementary school. We rode down steep hills and back up dirty side tracks, and I think we cut through a park. Eventually I rode up to the far side of the school, the side I don’t really recognize well. From there it got faded, as I began to wake up.
I can’t pull the names of the people I was carrying to school, I don’t think they had faces per se, in the way that a dream person can have a flavor and a feel without a name or a definition.
The first interpretation I came up with is that the dream means I can only carry myself, but I’m also wondering if it might mean that even though I’m constantly learning, I might have something to teach, too.