my subconcious makes an attempt at escaping, i beat it back down

last night i had the strangest dream. i was on an interstate only i wasn't i wasn't in a car. i was on top of a trash can lid. i was going as fast as all the cars going past me. i was like scate boarding on this trash can lid. the cars moved like a giant herd of cattle aways in one direction never getting larger or smaller. suddenly i see all the cars drop off as if going over a waterfall. you know like the scene in the lion king where the elk things get startled by the hyenas and run down the hill. it was like that. i come up to the edge and without stopping, plummet down the hill at full speed. i see that there is another hill on the other side just as steep but not quit as high. i crul up making myself like a bullet. i go faster and faster but the cars seem to keep pace. this hill is massive. like going down a mountain on a trash can lid. somehow amongst all the cars and blinding speed i felt exhilarated. the idea that i might crash and die didn't dawn on me at the time. I'm crazy like that. I'm going so fast the barriers on the sides were only a blur beside me. the cars still kept pace the inter time. i go rocketing up the other side and begin to slow down. this time the cars kept speeding past me. i make it to the top and go rocketing into the air. how i kept enough momentum, i don't know. i was going pretty slow there at the end. or at least in comparison to the other cars. it didn't occur to me to lean froward and by doing so end up on the other side of the hill. instead i look straight up into the clear blue sky and the long seemingly unending dreary road ahead. when i start to fall i realize i should have leaned forward. i fall back into the ravine road thing and don't go nearly as fast this time but merely come to a stop at the bottom. there i see my friends are all laughing and trudging along at a very slow speed up the hill along the shoulder. i abandon my trash can lid for a bicycle. i begin pedalling and soon catch up with them. they tell me that "you only get one shot at doing it fast" and we all laugh. the cars speed past us not paying any attention to a few kids pushing their bikes up an incredible steep hill. we make it to the top in a short time. a lot shorter than it should have taken us. ahead of us isn't the busy packed road we had been on but rather a sunny country road lined with trees on either side. my friends don't notice the difference but rather get in their bikes and ride ahead. i mount my bike. then i wake up.

pretty profound sentimental shit there at the end huh? i'm not all that sentimental. it was weird as i told you it would be.