I dreamt I was on a SoulCycle bike and I was fainting off to the side. A hand came up from behind me and steady me. I never saw her, just felt her hand and when I could look behind me I was in a dark empty room with just my bike in it.
[The fainting feeling was so real and I experienced slow blacking out in my mind.]
I dreamt that I was bungee jumping indoors at a convention center. At the end of the jump, when I was bobbing head down just above the exhibit hall floor, oxygen masks came down from the ceiling. The masks were SAT prep books.
I dreamt that I was sitting cross-legged on a sidewalk. My friend came and, with a saw, cut entirely around my concrete slab leaving it floating like a magic carpet above a dark abyss. I was fascinated by this event.
I dreamt that I was eating Triscuits, but didn’t want to.
I dreamt that I was in Dunkin’ Donuts stealing four straws. When two other thieves entered the store, I dove out of the back door and did a commando roll through a hedge.
I dreamt that, in order to keep an airplane, which I could see flying in the sky above, from crashing, I had to get a goat to eat a rug.
I dreamt that an expanding rift appeared, a hole growing in space and time, with ragged, torn and burning edges. A green product about the size of an ATM with robot arms coming out of the top, appeared in the hole. I knew the machine was the answer to a product that a friend has been struggle to design. And then it was gone, answer gone too, and horses started leaping out the rift.
