Bike ride in the dusty wasteland

All I can gather, since I woke up without properly packing up first, was this brief tip of the iceberg:

I was riding my bike on a two lane highway with green, overgrown grass on one side and a scraped bare, dusty moonscape of red dirt on the other. I noticed that Diane was riding her bike on the dusty trails and decided to switch sides, even though it was not easier to ride on the off-road bike trails which had rocks and potholes. I crossed the highway and caught up to her. 

"Why not?" I thought to myself, "I have the bike for it." I was riding my green Specialized Stump Jumper with full suspension. 

She wasn't ecstatic to have me join her. I think she was wanting some solitude, which I'm sure the barren landscape would have offered her, had I not been there. She rode along with me for a while before finally declaring that she was going to stop for a while and study. I took the hint and kept going. 

After we parted ways, I decided to double back and fetch a cooler full of fireworks to go light off in the desert. Ever concerned with fire danger, I also dragged an incredibly long garden hose, which offered increasing resistance the farther I got down the road. I was having to drag it around corners, which made matters worse. I encountered some people who were squatting in a warehouse through which the hose was being dragged. 

They announced that they were shutting the doors to the general public, so I gathered up the hose and backtracked with it to the place where it entered the building to proceed around it, again through the dusty landscape. Soon a windstorm came up, making the whole trip seem pointless. I couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of me, and there would be no lighting of fireworks. 

So why was I still carrying the ice chest and still dragging this incredibly long garden hose? I never resolved that, since I woke up before making my notes of things I wanted to remember from the dream. If I don't follow a proper procedure for waking myself up, I won't remember most of the dream, but only the last few things that happened. 

For instance, I know there was another segment of bike riding, before the Diane encounter, that served as a stitch to some earlier dream segment which completely eludes me now. In it, I was racing down a man made single track, which was actually four parallel paths dug into the same red type of dirt one finds at a track meet. It was carved down about as deep as a bobsled track and loosely followed the oval of the track, with a few twists and turns added for difficulty. I remember thinking that this was quite fun, since I've never actually ridden on a single track, real or imaginary.