dreams

i just wrote out a longggggggggggg explanation of the dream i had, but because my internet sucks it didn't save, so i'm not taxing myself with writing that out again. maybe i will go out to breakfast this morning, who knows, it's such a nice day i wish it were important for some reason. i just want to sit in pennypack all day on deer rock and watch everybody walk by. too bad i have work or i would've taken my dog down to the creek so he could frolick and play with garbage and sticks he would find. it's a shame the park is so dirty, i'm pretty sure i'm going to join the friends of pennypack because they need all the young people they can get or the organization will end with the death of its founders. i used to love the bike rides we would hold for FoP, we would pick a nice day and see who could ride the 40 miles of the park in fundraiser for park-cleanups. i remember being so involved against pollution when i was young, and then i remember doing sports and it all stopped. i miss bike rides in the park more than anything else, anyone OTHER THAN TIM SCHADE want to accompany me on one as soon as my bike is fixed?