Motocross Ride

I know. I usually have a hard time being "disaster-free" when I ride my mountain bike, and now I dream of riding a motorcycle? Odd.

Anyway, in my dream, I was riding a motorcycle really fast across rice fields. I guess that makes it even more odd! I was riding fast, and flying over rice fields, and puddles, and wet fields, and almost hovering, whizzing by as I jump from highlands to low lands and not minding the leap at all, and still staying balanced as ever as if I could give Evil Knievel a run for his money (*RIP*). I knew I was heading somewhere that I was hell-bent on reaching, come hell or high water. I forgot the place, but I had tunnel-vision, only seeing where I wanted to go and not minding the rough ride.

That's all I remember from the dream. Has my soul been flying again? (LOL), or is it the ambitious part of me who's dreaming of flying and soaring high and not falling at all? -- my desire to finally publish my book and have my paintings placed in the art gallery in our hometown. Or is it because we've been riding the rough roads in life lately...with the demise of two important people almost simultaneously, roughing it through the preparations, emotional highs and lows (including family issues ON BOTH SIDES to wrestle with)?

Perhaps all of the above?