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This morning the alarm clock woke me from a blissful slumber. I suppose for many people, blissful slumber is what the clocks wake them from every day. But for me this is unusual: as often as not I beat the alarm clock in waking myself up, sometimes by an unfair margin. This dream was bringing me great joy, though I cannot now figure out what is so great about it.
What I remember of the dream is this: I was talking to some young man about his motorcycle, which as it turns out was a Ducati 500 GTL. I told him that when I visited Gia.Ca.Moto way back when they had a roomful of GTL engines wrapped in the original factory plastic stacked in a storage room. I promised to show him pictures. [I actually do have a picture of this; people often ask me why there are no people in my photographs, only bikes and buildings.] I proceeded to root through the secretary to find the right photo booklet. The books of pictures included some real photos and some that were of factory tours I had been on, only better. That is, they included nice restaurants and catered lunches. We did eat in the Ducati cafeteria, but not in the nice albergo from the dream. And I am fairly confident that they did not have for decoration a little model of the Morini GP250 racebike that the Moto Morini kept in the lobby of their factory.
Posted by Underblog at April 7, 2005 6:38 AM
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Tracked on December 26, 2006 6:46 PM
I LOVE when you write dream entries, because I LOVE to think that you remember some dreams, and are getting better and better at this. I don't know why.
Posted by: heather at April 8, 2005 6:17 AM