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A Brompton Dream
Last night, I had a strange dream about my Brompton C type. I was riding fast it on pavement and squeezed the brake levers to stop it. The bike did not slow down. Instead it moved at the same quick pace it was originally doing. So I steered quick and easy on a hard pack grassy dirt strip running alongside of the paved strip. It slowed it a tiny bit. I placed my foot on the ground and dragged it along until the bike stopped completely (in real life, I have not done this since I was a child on my similar wheel size Stingray bike). I got off the bike and went somewhere nearby to get it's bag to cover it up (in real life, I tend to cover it when not in use as to protect it as well as other people or objects). I was slow in returning since my walking pace was in slow motion. When I finally arrived a group of men of all ages were surrounding the bike turning it over and inspecting the locking wing nuts and other things that are unique to the Bromptons. The bike was turned over on it's back and changing it's original red color into a strange pinkish red (There are no words that I can use to discribe that unique color) that don't have a name or match in this real world but it kept changing and blending it's hue into that otherworldly color like those lamps that changes it's light color for decorating special effect purposes. That is when I woke up perplexed and a bit confused.
Does anyone have any idea what that dream means? Is there anyway to interpreted it?