So I dream just about every night. Last night was priceless. And it involved cyclocross. Picture Webgirl and me riding like nuts. We were in an open field so most of it was flat terrain but I do remember it was rainy and dreary. And we were in some kind of race but there were no other competitors. Or at least they didn't start in my dream. Were we that far ahead of everyone? Of course we were. Team of Two. Hey.....it's my dream.
At one point we climbed a steel staircase with our bikes on our backs slipping and sliding every step of the way. Then we rode across a metal grate that took us to an elevator. Again.......my dream so work with me here. We're on the elevator not really knowing what we'll find when the doors open. The elevator stops, we pick up our bikes, the doors open and......wait for it.....it's a PARTY!!! That's what I'm talking about. All kinds of LBC people were there but we're still racing. No time for us to chit chat. Hold up. There's music! Sweet. But it's not Five Easy Pieces so the tunes were soooo average. 
Back to the race. We're setting a blistering pace and then we see horses and cows. And horsey/cow dung. Wait. Cows?? I guess they brought their bells. I dunno. Just thinking out loud here.
We're still racing and chatting. The crowd thinks we're discussing strategy and tactics because our game faces are on. Let's listen in: "Hey Suzanne....I need to go to the bathroom." So sister rides off to listen to some tunes with the band while I try to find a place to pee. And then I woke up. Dream over. Because I really did have to pee.
Did I have bad Mexican food before bed last night? Nope. Did I OD on my Ambien? Nope. Did I have too many adult beverages before beddy bye time? Nope. Did I read my bicycling magazine before the Ambien kicked in? Nope. Am I just a super duper goober face? Yep. And I've been reading the recent posts about the current cyclocross season and Webgirl's blog and they obviously made an impression on me. So it's anyone's guess what I'll dream about tonight.
P.S. It's been awhile since I've blogged here and I have to confess. I've been blogging on another site. Having a blog affair. Confession is good for the soul. Forgive me? Does that make me a blog slut?