(This dream is a few days old. Forgive me for forgetting some details.)
The dream started with me on my trusty bike riding down the highway with the full intention of making it to Portland to visit my dad. Mind you, it takes a good 45 minutes to make it by car from where I live. I didn't have anything with me, except like my wallet with my ID in it
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