As you read below, it might help to know that I spent a good chunk of yesterday afternoon organizing our main storage unit: trying to clear some floor space by shifting cartons around, stacking them higher, and so on. (Not as easy as it might sound; some of those boxes are h,e,a,v,y. To say nothing of the challenges of, say, lifting weird-shaped objects — wicker furniture and so on — so they’re on top of all the square/rectangle-type items.) The idea is to be absolutely sure we have enough empty space to store our furniture and other things we’re not taking with us on the trip (including the spare refrigerator in the garage). By last night, oh boy howdy how my arms and legs ached! So when I got into bed, I figured I’d conk out pretty quickly.

That didn’t happen. First, I read for about an hour. When I finally turned out the light a little after midnight, I tossed and turned for an hour, my mind a-roil with all the things I needed to remember to do today, or tomorrow, or this weekend… which (naturally enough, I suppose) led me to remember related things I had not yet done.

But finally I entered that blissful sort of half-consciousness in the last 15 minutes when I know, yes, “I am falling asleep now…!” And that’s when I had this dream (fragment):

I was in an enclosed space, darkened but not pitch-black, surrounded — crowded, really — by all kinds of objects bigger than myself. I had some narrow sort of alleyways I could walk around in; at the end of one of these, a sort of cul-de-sac, my attention was focused on one thing: atop a stack of cubical objects, about head-high, I was struggling not to let another pile topple over on my head. Specifically, the avalanche threatening me was a to-the-ceiling pile of…

…bicycles.

You probably don’t need to be a psychologist to read much into this, and i don’t think it has a damned thing to do with an exercise program.