Snowboarding

I had a dream about the guy across the street last night, even though he hasn’t lived there for years. He used to ride a snowboard in his garage, which I always found very strange. I’d be working, and I’d hear a loud “thwacking” sound echoing down the street as he practiced balancing, jumping, and changing direction. Over and over again, he’d launch himself into the air on his snowboard for an hour. Then, he’d close the garage door, and all would be quiet again.

My first thought was that he was crazy. I mean there were certainly other indicators to support this, like his obsession with washing and detailing his car on a weekly basis or the fact that he pulled weeds from his garden multiple times a week. But then I thought maybe he was just preparing for an upcoming ski trip, and he was trying to break in his gear. But last night, an alternate thought invaded my dreams.

What if he was actually a snowboard designer, and he was testing out a prototype that he’d developed? I mean it seems logical that he might want to check the balance, flex, and handling to make adjustments to the design. Then again, it’d be pretty odd for a snowboard designer to be living in Texas, where there are zero mountains and zero skiing. So, we’re back to he was just crazy.