Last night I was travelling to a climbing destination in India in my van, accompanied by a friend who was a hybrid of several people I know.
Upon reaching the crossroads between the climbing destination (unknown) and a city where we had planned to buy food, we discovered the remaining 10km of road had been replaced with a very German split bike/pedestrian pathway meaning you now had to walk 20km round trip to reach the city. One of my old scout leaders was standing on a large stone directing the flow of foot traffic as many hundreds of locals made the commute on foot or by bike.
Later I was having a conversation with Tom Randall and had the sudden realisation that moral behaviour is a choice and you can just do what you want. I told Tom this and he winked at me and whispered ‘don’t tell anyone’ before swinging away on a Bachar ladder made from lattice rungs.
Later I discovered that it was possible to use a small parachute to half walk, half fly in an entertaining fashion. It was at this point that I realised it was a lucid dream (I always fly in lucid dreams) but then got distracted by trees.
Just another Tuesday I suppose.
