Dreamland: bike riding in Brunswick

Had a dream riding bicycles with Irene and Joe. We were riding all over Brunswick between the town and the sea, although the geography was completely different. We rode down to see Don and Sherrie, who lived next door to us on the ocean. We rode around behind their house (on the ocean side) although they weren�t home. Coming back around clockwise around the house, Joe and I were riding together with Irene behind us

I was riding one of those small bikes, but it was a little different, you could also pedal via a second set of pedals attached to the front wheel, so you could pedal with your hands going uphill. It WAS uphill, and I did this, and speeded up a little bit on the upslope.

Then going down through their garage and driveway there were windows that extended to within about 4 feet off the ground, you could pedal through underneath. Except when I got closer it looked like it was too low. I tried to go underneath but WHAM slammed into the glass portion, denting it as you would dent used fiberboard, not shattering as glass would. Joe went underneath just fine, but I had to pedal around to the left and outside.

Then out in front was their daughter Molly, except she was much younger maybe 6 or 7 and she had a twin sister who was not there. There was slushy snow on the ground and she had bare feet, and couldn�t get in the house. Irene talked with her a little bit.

I suggested she put her warm hands on her feet to warm them up, get out of the snow into this little bus-stop like shelter, and get up on the wooden office chair that didn�t have any snow on it, and raise her feet out of the cold. Then, as a second step she could call their sheepdog who was out in front of the house, and warm her feet against the dog�s belly.

Then we kept riding out the driveway, got going really fast down a hill, and over a bump I was completely airborne on this little bike, in a huge jump about 25 or 30 feet up in the air. I was frightened as coming down on the road would have been a problem but fortunately saw below me huge bunch of scrub oak shrubbery off to the left of the road. I came down softly in the bushes, still seated on the bike.

Then we rode off down the road, talking I think about how this layout of the geography was better for riding than the way it actually was or had been before.
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