I had a couple of vivid dreams the other night. My dreams are pretty far and few between, so here goes a description.
One was that I was house hunting, and to do this, was riding through my neighbourhood on a kind of go-kart thing. No motor, just powered by pedals. The terrain was much hillier than in real life, and a few times I found myself actually riding inside people’s houses, wondering if they’d turn up and be outraged, or if the wheels would leave a mark on the carpet. Weird.
Actually, in the several hours since I had it, I’ve now forgotten the other dream. Hopefully it wasn’t the solution to world peace or anything. But if it had been, I’m sure I would have written it down somewhere as soon as I woke up.