loren rowney
I think the setting of this dream is Paris. Post La Course. But the Champs Élysées is freshly tarmacked and super smooth. Not even white lines on it yet. A bunch of stuff happened in the dream that i don't remember like bike games in the street in which all of a sudden nobody was interested anymore due to a bunch of cycling greats arriving and joining the crowd and everyone focusing on them instead. An Australian woman not that familiar with the women's peloton asks me who she might know and like. I say lemme see, and Loren Rowney is the first Aussie rider i see in the crowd. I point her out and start like Loren! Loooorreeeen! In the worst, most annoying faux Aussie accent ever. She was much smaller in my dream because i had to point her out like with my arm over people's heads and my finger pointing downwards. She had a ponytail and pink streaks in her hair at the sides and weirdly what looked like pink chord x'es stitched in her hair too on (in!?) the sides of her head. Looked great though. Mirrored piloty sunglasses. Anyway. She ignored me and the women never recognised or even saw her. Some time later me and the woman are sitting on a thing (i remember swinging my feet like a kid) and so is Loren Rowney and the rest of the crowd from earlier. This time i am (cringe) attempting to be funny about the protocol for getting Loren's attention. Like i would try different methods, all in that terrible faux Aussie accent. I said loudly "My name is wuwuwu. I work as a wuwuwu and i live in wuwuwu." A bit like people present themselves in TV quiz shows. "And i would like to talk to Loren Rowney". Never happened!