Dreams

Last night I had a dream about a Llewellyn investment cast lug set.

In the dream I wore my brazing glasses, and through their darkened greenish light, it seemed as if I was looking at the seat lug from every angle at once. I had the torch in one hand and a coil of silver in the other. My vision followed the heat, followed the silver into the lug to where the seat tube and the top tube came together. I woke up. I went back to sleep and woke up again.

This morning I headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and I saw the package containing these lugs sitting on the kitchen table. My dream came back to me and I blinked it off. I drank my coffee and started my day. I finished a bike, ordered some parts, met with my mechanic, and talked to customers. I walked by these lugs about a dozen times with a million different trajectories of attention before clearing a space in my day to open the package.

Now that I have them spread out on the kitchen table, it is just as I suspected. These lugs won’t sit still. They are rumbling around in mind, already prepped for brazing, already cooling down. They are already a cyclocross bike for a ballet dancer in Albuquerque. And tomorrow, they’ll go out to the shop with me and I’ll light up the stuff that dreams are made of.