As you all know, I deliver newspapers. I like the exercise and the actual act of having the route, but I could do without having to get up at 5am every morning. It’s not a very forgiving schedule when you have a night of terrible sleep.

My mother likes to scoff at me when I complain about the route because, in her own words “Oh, you only work for an hour a two a day and yet you bitch about it”.

The only things I bitch about are 1, getting up at 5am. It sucks. Two? The Sunday papers. Usually takes three bags to fit them all, and just one of the bags weighed almost 20 pounds by itself.

If you’re wondering how that relates to this dream, don’t worry… it does.

Sometimes, I try to get a bit of sleep when I get home from the route, or later in the day (when the birds have let up on their incessant chirping). This dream comes from a particularly unsuccessful nap attempt in which I was only in bed for half an hour.

I was literally only asleep long enough to have this dream.

I was riding my bike and I came to a giant, sandy hill. There was a dad and his kid riding a weird looking tractor thing that had a huge point on the front. Like it was a little vehicle for riding around for fun in, kind of like a power wheels car. They were laughing and having fun making these huge rows in the sand.

The rows were too big to bike over, so I had to walk my bike. When I came up to them, I was about to say “Could you guys remember to smooth out those rows when you’re done because people can’t bike over them” but then I started to uncontrollably swerve towards the tractor thing.

The dad looked at me, and I kept leaning until I fell over, and that’s when I woke up.

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