Day dreaming is one of my full time occupations…
I have this crazy idea of closing my eyes and dreaming of motorcycles, that I am riding to a lost world where roads are endless and the only transport is a motorbike. Not any bike, cool machines with riders dressed up for the ride.
Women are beautiful amazons riding horses made of steel and bars are always open, bars where riders bet big amounts of money racing to the next café.
I also daymare from time to time, I see the enemies of two wheel maniacs attacking us, not wanting us to express our feelings and way of life, but they cannot reach us as our powerful bikes outrun any other land transport. But when the menace comes from the air it’s a whole different thing, we need to find a cover. Tunnels help us scape.
I dream in ideal worlds, and my imagination runs free from one planet to another… but earthly amenities always fits us best and give us unexpected results.
I dream that I am dreaming, and reality is just a part of it.