Traversing the Past at the Future End of the World?

What does a dream of an attempt to cross a bloody damn desert with an ex-wife, on bicycles, even mean? I even told her, the ex, Kristina, as well as my current wife, Faithlyn. Neither had any clear answers. Is the desert itself the primary character, a huge clue hiding within the subconscious in plain view? Or merely the stage upon with old issues reared themselves in the form of avatars?

The dream:

From what I remember, my dream started out with Kristina and I riding horses in the desert but the horses morphed quickly into bicycles. Handlebars grew out of the horses necks, the horses morphed into simple, two-wheeled machines, and before we knew it we were pedaling bikes. The change felt strangely normal, mundane, as if we had been riding horses turning into bicycles all along. The transition from animal to machine was so bloodless and without protest it was as if accomplished by futuristic magickal sorcery or by self-programming algorithms. The bicycles were old-fashioned bikes without gears. While adult bikes, they looked childlike with glittery tassels twirling from our handlebars. We pedaled down between boulders beneath clear blue skies. Continue reading →