No, not daydreaming about how fast I could run a race. I mean actual dreams while I am asleep.
Last night I dreamt that I was at a race: supposedly Pendle, although the course looked nothing like it. In fact, it was mostly through streets and parks in some unidentified town.
Anyway, I was in the toilet having a p**s when the race started and the rest of the dream was about me trying to catch up with the pack. The marshals had all disappeared, so I was having to ask bystanders which way to go, which slowed me down even more. The last thing I remember was eventually catching sight of the stragglers on the road well ahead of me.
I don't often dream about racing, but then I don't often go to actual races.