I rarely recall my dreams and, frankly, don't make much effort to do so. I have enough trouble making sense of things that happen in my waking life, which are often less logical, and even more surreal, than anything I see after laying my head and closing my eyes.
That said, I have ridden bicycles in at least a few of my dreams, and bicycles I own, or have owned, have figured in others.
According to psychologists, there are all sorts of ways to interpret a dream of riding a bike. It can be seen as a need or yearning for balance in one's life. Some say that riding a bicycle uphill signifies bright prospects, while a downhill spin can be a warning sign.
Not long ago, I had a dream in which I lost and recovered Arielle. And, last night, in yet another REM-induced vision, I was pedaling Tosca along a road that isn't one I ride every day, but I recognized from somewhere--somehow, upon waking, I thought it was France. Anyway, while riding through a valley, with sunflower fields fading from view, I spotted a bike I hadn't seen in years: a Peugeot mixte my mother owned but didn't ride very much.
I gave it to her one Christmas in my youth when I started to make some money and was trying to get everyone I know to ride bikes. Actually, she talked about riding, as she was trying to get more exercise, in part, to ward off some of the illnesses that befell her mother.
She hasn't had that bike in years. If I recall correctly, she gave it away (after asking, almost apologetically, whether I'd mind) when she and my father moved.
So, why was that Peugeot mixte doing in a dream that didn't include my mother?
That said, I have ridden bicycles in at least a few of my dreams, and bicycles I own, or have owned, have figured in others.
According to psychologists, there are all sorts of ways to interpret a dream of riding a bike. It can be seen as a need or yearning for balance in one's life. Some say that riding a bicycle uphill signifies bright prospects, while a downhill spin can be a warning sign.
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Not long ago, I had a dream in which I lost and recovered Arielle. And, last night, in yet another REM-induced vision, I was pedaling Tosca along a road that isn't one I ride every day, but I recognized from somewhere--somehow, upon waking, I thought it was France. Anyway, while riding through a valley, with sunflower fields fading from view, I spotted a bike I hadn't seen in years: a Peugeot mixte my mother owned but didn't ride very much.
I gave it to her one Christmas in my youth when I started to make some money and was trying to get everyone I know to ride bikes. Actually, she talked about riding, as she was trying to get more exercise, in part, to ward off some of the illnesses that befell her mother.
She hasn't had that bike in years. If I recall correctly, she gave it away (after asking, almost apologetically, whether I'd mind) when she and my father moved.
So, why was that Peugeot mixte doing in a dream that didn't include my mother?
