Okay, so, “walking on the highway in a dream.” Sounds simple enough, right? But let me tell you, the actual doing part was way weirder and more involved than I thought it would be.
It all started with this recurring dream I kept having. I’d be strolling down this massive, empty highway, sun beating down, no cars, just… me and the open road. It felt so real, so vivid. I got obsessed with trying to recreate that feeling, that sense of freedom, in real life.
Phase 1: The Planning (or Lack Thereof)
First, I figured I needed a highway. Duh. But not just any highway. I live in city, so I wanted the real deal for a walking. I found a stretch of road that was in a good place.
Phase 2: The Gear
I’m not gonna lie, I mostly just threw on some comfortable shoes and clothes. I did grab a backpack though, and stuffed it with:
- Water bottles (lots of ’em)
- Snacks (mostly granola bars and some fruit)
- Sunscreen (because, sun)
- My phone (for emergencies, and maybe some music)
- A small notebook and pen (to jot down any brilliant thoughts, obviously)
Phase 3: The Walk
I drove out there before, but this time, I got * was hot and sunny, I’ll give the dream that. But it wasn’t quite the same.
Here’s what I noticed during the walk:
- It’s LOUD. Even without much other cars, the wind rushing past is a constant roar.
- It’s BORING. After the first hour, the scenery kinda…blends together. Asphalt, guardrails, repeat.
- It’s tiring to just walk and walk, and I only take a rest for a short while.
I kept walking for a while longer, trying to recapture that dream feeling. I played some music, scribbled some notes, and took some pictures. And yeah, for brief moments, I got a flicker of it. That sense of being utterly alone, with nothing but the road ahead.
Phase 4: The Aftermath
I was alone, and did’t have anyone to talk with.
So, did I fully recreate the dream? Nah. Not really. But it was still a cool experience, in a weird, slightly uncomfortable way. It made me think about how we often romanticize things in our heads, and how reality is usually a lot messier and less perfect.
Would I do it again? Maybe not on a highway. But a long walk somewhere else? Definitely.
