Last night I dreamt of the Tour de France. I, and my former college roommate, J (who is a Frenchman), were participants. Not long after the race began, we discovered that all other riders except us and one other were disqualified, so as long as we finished the race, we would place in the top 3! I ended up placing 3rd, and J 2nd. I also could somehow see the TV coverage of the race, where they had artistically rendered many aspects of our lives, including my studies, notes and journals. That was rather odd. In any case, when we got to the podium, the winner and J made speeches, but they ‘didn’t have time’ for me. I supposed it was because I wasn’t enough of a Francophile for their taste. I wasn’t really upset; I was just happy to have the experience…
[Creative commons photo credit at flikr: Tour de France ]
The dream dictionary states that France can represent the “inner strength” to fight for one’s rights/freedom. Also, a bicycle can denote “mental, physical, or spiritual balance”. So, I suppose I would interpret this dream as a positive commentary on my current efforts towards self-awareness…
