Holy cow, I wrote a book!
I dreamed that I was asked to develop a hill-avoiding bike route
from my childhood home.
Along the way, I rode through a daycare playroom
(twice, due to a spiral path),
the ghost of Alec Baldwin's wife,
a team from
The Amazing Race
trying to figure out which PATH train goes to Grand Central
and waited for the next train with a supervillain who
demonstrated his powers by using his stretchy arms to
punch one of my colleagues
who was standing ten feet away
and who electrocuted another colleague's pacemaker by force
Yes, I know that Alec Baldwin is not a widower,
and my colleague does not have a pacemaker,
but I guess my subconscious doesn't care.