Learning From Dreams

Last night I dreamed that I was in the middle of an ironman and I was in the transition area between the bike and run. I was running up and down hills, through crowds, through finish tape, and could not find the start of the run. But the good part was that I felt completely fresh, like I hadn’t just swam and biked. I was totally psyched and running happily around asking everyone where the start to the run was. I didn’t seem to care whether I found the start or not-then it dissolved into going to the store with a friend and getting beer and pizza. There’s a lesson here, I’m just not sure what it is.