During the dream this morning I was bicycling to a familiar location, making my way through a crowded city. Halfway to my destination I decided to use a different bicycle, as the one I was on wasn’t going fast enough. I turned around and started heading back to where I kept my other whip, which turned out to be a big locker with a two-storey-high glass and steel roof built into a long strip of grass that ran down the middle of two major avenues. The locker was surrounded by a wood and steel fence that I accessed through a gate that I could open by running into it with my front tire.
As I was passing back out through the fence on the new, racing bike, I held the gate for a young woman wearing a baseball cap atop long brown hair, who thanked me on her way into the enclosure. In order to get back to the road that was leading to my destination, however, I had to mount a spindly metal platform (that was suspended over a pool of water built into a depression in a steel-ribbed glass structure ) then wait for a stream of people to climb a steep metal slide (which was below me and to the left). As I was waiting, an attractive young Han Chinese woman wearing a peach-colored shirt and stonewashed jeans who was mounting the slide made eye contact with me and smiled, which sent my heart to racing. Then there was a lull in the crowd, I grabbed the railing with my left hand and the bike with my right, announced my intention to leap, then jumped down onto the spindly metal walkway below, my bike narrowly missing a group of people who were waiting at the bottom of the slide.
The walkway was narrow and so I had to hold my bicycle out over the water as I squeezed past people. At one point, my buttocks were pressed up against the face of a young woman with dark hair and a red shirt, and I apologized to her verbally, trying to explain away the size of my buttocks by saying ”Sorry I have… jungle butt.” Someone in the crowd said “yo that’s racist,” at which point I stopped to apologize, then turned back to find a dark-skinned man with a hi-top fade afro haircut and round spectacles giving me a peculiar grin. I smiled at him then opened the glass door to the tunnel that would lead be back out to the street. Into the tunnel was built a food-court that was packed with people. On a row of tall stools on the left-hand side sat a dozen people wearing red shirts and white hats who all looked up at me as I came inside. Holding my bicycle aloft with my right hand I started easing my way through the crowd. A male figure behind complained out loud that I had touched him with the bike, his girlfriend reaching out to soothe his anger by putting a hand on his chest. The man got madder as I kept walking away from him, to which I responded by telling him “I’ll be outside by the curb in about two minutes. If you want to make something of it, meet me there.” I finally made it to the sidewalk, made sure everything attached to my bike was still in place as I waited for a minute for the man to come out, the rode away.
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
As I was passing back out through the fence on the new, racing bike, I held the gate for a young woman wearing a baseball cap atop long brown hair, who thanked me on her way into the enclosure. In order to get back to the road that was leading to my destination, however, I had to mount a spindly metal platform (that was suspended over a pool of water built into a depression in a steel-ribbed glass structure ) then wait for a stream of people to climb a steep metal slide (which was below me and to the left). As I was waiting, an attractive young Han Chinese woman wearing a peach-colored shirt and stonewashed jeans who was mounting the slide made eye contact with me and smiled, which sent my heart to racing. Then there was a lull in the crowd, I grabbed the railing with my left hand and the bike with my right, announced my intention to leap, then jumped down onto the spindly metal walkway below, my bike narrowly missing a group of people who were waiting at the bottom of the slide.
The walkway was narrow and so I had to hold my bicycle out over the water as I squeezed past people. At one point, my buttocks were pressed up against the face of a young woman with dark hair and a red shirt, and I apologized to her verbally, trying to explain away the size of my buttocks by saying ”Sorry I have… jungle butt.” Someone in the crowd said “yo that’s racist,” at which point I stopped to apologize, then turned back to find a dark-skinned man with a hi-top fade afro haircut and round spectacles giving me a peculiar grin. I smiled at him then opened the glass door to the tunnel that would lead be back out to the street. Into the tunnel was built a food-court that was packed with people. On a row of tall stools on the left-hand side sat a dozen people wearing red shirts and white hats who all looked up at me as I came inside. Holding my bicycle aloft with my right hand I started easing my way through the crowd. A male figure behind complained out loud that I had touched him with the bike, his girlfriend reaching out to soothe his anger by putting a hand on his chest. The man got madder as I kept walking away from him, to which I responded by telling him “I’ll be outside by the curb in about two minutes. If you want to make something of it, meet me there.” I finally made it to the sidewalk, made sure everything attached to my bike was still in place as I waited for a minute for the man to come out, the rode away.
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
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