Dream of

I was walking along wheeling a rusty bicycle. Perfectly serviceable but completely rusty. The sky was overcast and it was foggy. An orange fog. I stopped at a traffic island near my home, where I met my mother and an older Aunt (both deceased). they asked me where I was going and I said going travelling. They said 'but you have nothing with you, you will never make it.' I said, I will find what I need along the way.