Dream

Woke from a vivid dream. Summer, I was riding my bike - pedal, not motor - down a four-lane road, keeping to the right edge as I should.

A blue sedan with roof lights pulled up next to me and cut me off. The person driving was evidently a police officer of some sort - no uniform, just attitude. He escorted me to a park area where dozens of people were sitting. He started to ask me where my helmet was - I guess this alternate world had a law requiring bike helmets for adult riders.

I began to lecture him on the proper duties of the police and about personal liberty. He seemed receptive.

Just as I was winding up for a grande finale, I woke. I do remember saying strongly that I would wear a nanny-state bike helmet in my coffin, not earlier.

I did not seem to be carrying - or maybe it was just so common that I didn't notice.

Six hours sleep - so here I am, in the shop, babysitting the last bits of an Ubuntu upgrade on my web and email server, and looking to do some more code before T-day.