Professional Empath Inspired, no doubt, by the outcome of the E3 Harelbeke, I recently dreamed that I was a professional empath. My job was simple: console the boys after a particularly difficult loss. This was an emergency, clearly. I arrived at the team’s hotel and was ushered up to Cancellara’s room, where he was tweeting while getting his massage. I sat in a chair by the bed trying to get...
Had a really weird dream last night that we moved out of our house into a crappy little caravan and I was crying about it. This dream then morphed into a dream that I was following Cav on a bike during TdF ‘cos I was his official point keeper for the sprints jersey. I was giggling to myself ‘cos I was cheating and giving him extra points every time. I never knew if he won though...
I dreamt I went to the Velodrome with William Fotheringham to watch the racing. He was so lovely and kind and gentlemanly and diffident, I fell in love with him a little bit. I told him he could come and stay at our house whenever he liked.
I was seeing one of the Garmen - I don’t know which one but he was wearing the 2009 blue and orange argyle kit - when he got sent to the Tour de France. While he was there I got hit by a car and, chivalrous as he was, my Gar-lover wanted to come to me. But I told him “no baby, stay in the race and win one of them stuffed lions for me.” And he did. And then on the rest day he came over to the...
dreamt I serenaded Mark Cavendish, inexplicably in a Saxo kit, with yeah yeah yeahs ‘MAPS’ (“they don’t love you like I love you”). wtf?!
I met Oscar Freire in a gym. He was on an exercise bike in a Rabo jersey complete with WC bands. Oddly, the exercise bike had Stybar written on it. I asked him why he didn’t have his own one seeing as he has three WC wins and Stybar only two. He said he didn’t know so I told him he should complain. Then I woke up.
mark cavendish/ 'the robinsons'
This dream is a little over two weeks old, so some of the facts may not hold up in court. I’ll do my best: I found myself on a dark, rainy road in what I somehow knew was France, but looked an awful lot like the neighborhood in Bogota where I grew up. There was a race and I guess Mark Cavendish had won, because people were carrying him on their shoulders. I didn’t see the finish, or even any of...
fabian cancellara/ daniele bennati
I dream of Fabs (always)… It was during a race and I had managed to get into the teams area, a private area where fans weren’t supposed to be able to go. I had my camera with me and was pretending to take pictures of innocuous things, and all at once I was surrounded by people who had also gotten into this private section even though they weren’t supposed to. Event organizers started...
in the peloton
I recently dreamed of being a male rider in the peloton (which is odd because I’m female). I was just one of the guys, riding, feeling anxious about the fact we were all so close together, going so fast on a gradual climb. When we reached the summit I watched the group stream out ahead of me and realized I was surrounded by a bunch of climbers who were going slower because the descent was...
I was at a race somewhere… Frank and Andy were giving autographs, so I was standing in front of Andy and I asked for an autograph. He looked at me and smiled, then he said yes of course on one condition: and in the next second I was sitting next to Andy Schleck in my kitchen forming meatballs. THE END.
I was getting married with Franky and after the wedding we were on the way to our holidays. So we were driving one next to the other as Frank was faster than me then we were stopping because there was a lot of water on the road and we were looking at each other and we realised that we were fishes so we jumped in the water telling ourselves we are fishes and no-one can stop us. And then I woke up.
I dreamt that Andy Schleck came to my hotel to train for the Vuelta a Espana and we hung out a bit and he asked me to train with him! Best - dream - ever.
Last night I dreamt the peloton were on stage doing “Riverdance”, and their cycling cleat shoes were making a heck of a noise.
cesare benedetti/ david harmon
A race with no name, it wasn’t a team time trial but all members of the same team were riding together as if it was. There was a level crossing over a chasm in which there so no actual road but four large bands of fabric, widely spaced. This made it tricky for bikes (strangely enough) and Team NetApp nearly came a cropper with Cesare Benedetti almost falling through one of the gaps. He saved it...
andreas klier's actual dream
MyDream last night:my Kids past me walking while i was doing a Uphillinterval!!!Didn’t know they could walk that fast….
Had a weird dream Roberto Chiappa had opened a catering truck with his wife last night… bizarre.
david millar/ mark cavendish
I dreamt that we were giving Cav a lift ‘cos David Millar had borrowed his “jet” car. Cav was really mad though ‘cos David had been stopped speeding in it then crashed it. Then we were at Cav’s house and I was giving him baby advice on how to child proof his house and his back garden.
new york peloton
I was travelling down the cornish coast, and bumped into Gail Porter doing some travel show piece about power sleds. I got a lift on the ferry they were using as far as St Michaels Mount, and got dropped off on the beach after arguing with Gail about chocolate. Next I was in New York, in a car following the pro peloton as it snaked down through the city, and onto a long flooded section of road...
robin moore (mc spandx)
Last night, I dreamt that Robin Moore asked me if I wanted to go to the gym with him.
ned boulting/ mark cavendish
I dreamt I was in a cafe drinking coffee with Ned Boulting having a very nice time then suddenly (and I have no idea how) I was on a bike ride with Cav.
thomas voeckler & sylvain chavanel
I’d have wished for something more exciting… One of those dreams that put me back in my hometown which for some reason was hosting the start of a cycle race. Said town had bought and installed plastic trees to line the main road in order for it to “feel more like a race”. The trees were akin to those model ones you get for dioramas and models and thus the tree-lined boulevard attempt...
ned boulting (again)
Dreamt Ned Boulting was enthusiastically teaching an old-school aerobics class, all grapevines and side-together-side-together-clap etc.. He was in his cycling kit. I remember his shaved legs being disturbingly shiny.
michael hutchinson (again)
Dreamt Michael Hutchinson played the lead in a film about a boxer. All very serious and sensible until a scene where he turns up to fight in a gold lamé thong. That bum again… Why is my subconscious obsessed with his bum?