Go, Go Speed Racer!

I was a last-minute substitution in a Formula One-style race crossed with track and luge. We had staggered starting positions (like a running race) and the track ahead had loops and curves (like luge . . . or maybe Hot Wheels).

My vehicle was definitely on the crappy side. It was practically made out of burlap, as I recall. I don’t remember why I was racing it, but one of my brothers was involved with getting me loaded in and started.

And I needed that help, for sure, as I nearly fell asleep lying on the track waiting for the two minutes to pass until the signal came for us to get in and get going. When I was roused, I felt too sleepy and leaden to move into the car setup so I’d be ready to start.

Incidentally, I’ve read that the reason I so often feel leaden when attempting movement in dreams is that when you go to sleep the part of your brain that controls movement somehow makes you effectively paralyzed so you won’t, you know, actually start running away when you are running in a dream. That made me feel better about all the dreams I’ve had over the years when I’m trying to run and it feels like I’m pushing through Jell-o.