Not about cycling aspirations, but sleepy time dreams.
I had two last night about SS-A-Polooza.
The first was before the race. The usual suspects were hanging out in the mall(?) at the race course in a coffee shop. A couple guys were soon to be or recent fathers. My mother drove by in her Rabbit Convertible and asked where all the bikers intended on relieving themselves; she was concerned about the waste capacity of the forest.
The second was during the race and afterwords. They incorporated spear chucking into the event and lengthened it to three 14 mile laps. I came in fifth (it was a dream!), and a prominent New England rider ,who as far as I know doesn't ride a singlespeed, won it.