# # Insamnia

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In the dream I am surfing on a baguette pan like the kind I use at my new job. Sometimes it’s a four-channel pan and sometimes it’s a six but the four-channel works better because the wheels are bigger and not as recessed (which is interesting because baguette pans don’t have wheels).

I am surfing down a grassy, winding canyon, with steep walls and a small, fast running brook to my right. The varying slope, which features curves, dips, and moguls, is steep enough to keep me rolling but not so steep as to make the ride impossible or dangerous.

As a guy who, when awake, couldn’t surf, skate, snow, or otherwise board even if his feet were glued to the board and he was holding onto sky hooks, I’m having a great time. I fall down occasionally but in general manage to stay upright and do well. I particularly like the dips, which propel me upward to catch a little air as I exit them.

I am not alone – this is a race of some sort and the other participants are my friends. I know that Izzy is up ahead of me and many others either ahead or behind, the details of whom having faded into vagueness with waking.

At one point Alen catches up to me on his bicycle (it’s a free for all) and tries to pass but I manage to thump his rear wheel as he passes, crashing us both. As he attempts to untangle and right himself, I plant my hands on my pan and begin churning my legs, propelling myself forward across the grass but now there is noticeable drag. Looking down I see that the pan has changed into a 6-channel, which rides lower and snags in the long grass. Despite a slower start than I would like, I get out ahead of Alen and return to surfing. Exhilarating.

It is very clearly a dream inspired by video games, which is odd because I haven’t played a video game in over 4 years, and when I suddenly awake it is pretty obvious that I was having a blast because I am accompanied into this stifling reality by useless and disconcerting wood, which fades along with the deeper details of the dream.

I look at the clock: 7:30pm. I’ve managed three and a half hours sleep. Now I’m awake and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.

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One Response to “Insamnia”

  1. Matney says:

    Lol. What an cool dream. You should try and make on of those in real life. Steal a pan form work, no one will know.

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