So, for a while my recurring dreams had me eating unlimited piles of dessert, then my dreams went back to activities I used to very much enjoy, like road cycling.

OK so last night my unconscious mind decided that we would go adventure-backpack-mountain-biking. But even in this un-reality world, I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle the effort, and so I was to drive the car around to pick up my adventuresome friends. The road I was to meet them on was called “the marshmallows”. So I guess this was about sugar after all.

Side note: when I woke up, I was happy to note my pillow was still there.