Bike riding through a city, through an intersection, almost getting hit by the cars after their green light. I had just learned to ride. I found myself myself on some step that kept rising, as the steps to a big stoop or plaza, and realized I’d fly off the other side, so with my mind I made myself stop suddenly, as though I had no momentum. Now I was holding onto a statue. I tapped it and judged it to be hollow. The statue hit my head with the back of its hand. I managed to scramble away onto a platform on the other side, where some people were. I hoped to be able to get down.