Short dream. Back in Austin. I'm wandering around the west campus area where I once lived. The houses are single story older family homes now overrun by students. The sun is bright with that clear Texas sunlight but I'm not hot. There is a festival or a block party going on in the streets. The sidewalks are crowded with young people, about half of them naked. No one seems to notice. I'm dressed in only jeans.
I'm pushing a heavy bicycle down the sidewalk, a task made more difficult by a long metal chain(?) attached to its back. The metal is not actually in links like a chain, but more like a whip. It is stiff and refractory, so that as it drags the bicycle is slowed down. I keep trying to bend it up so that it doesn't drag, but without success.
As the dream ends I am struggling with the metal piece while an older heavyset man watches me from nearby. He is seated on something like an apple crate and seems vaguely familiar.
