Bikes, Kites and Cheap Jokes, 4/9/84

Lucid, I try to see myself in a bathroom mirror. It's too close and I loose focus. I move back and retrieve the dream.

Then I feel someone on my back and reach around to pull him or her off. It turns out to be a young woman wearing a bathing cap. I pull her around my shoulders and she lands, standing in the bathtub.

"You're welcome to come with me, but don't get on my back!" I tell her. I hold on to her and side by side, the two of us fly out the bathroom window.

"Let's fake out that motorcycle cop," I suggest. He's on a cycle, coming our way. I find myself holding a bike with the young woman seated on it. Flying down a roadway lined with eucalyptus, we barely miss the head of the motorcycle policeman. This discombobulates him and he gets off his cycle. I place the girl and bike on the ground.

I try to pick up the motorcycle to "show up" the cop but it's too heavy. I go round the other side of the cycle and manage to lift it, but then I'm headed the wrong way.

On the grass along the roadway, people are having a picnic, watching. I finally get the cycle to turn round the way I want it to, but it's an effort. Up, over the people I go. Will I miss their heads? I do. Barely. Up, I fly, over the city street towards the corner of a commercial building. I land on the roof of the building in relief.

"Catch the kite on the women's wires!" yells a man from the ground. I notice there is a kite tangled in some telephone wires nearby. "It's okay, I can get it. Don't panic," I call down to him.

"Panic," I think, and the word gives me an idea. I jump down to just a foot or so off the ground and begin sliding around, just as if I were the sand being swished around in a gold rush pan. I'm "panning," a real live action pun.

The man gets it. "I have a joke, too," he says, and begins to tell a funny story. Well, at least he tries.

"There was this TV program (one of three TV programs) and the middle one was so cheap that it was even too cheap for waking reality!"