last night I had the strangest dream....

Queue 80's music...

I was on a long bike ride. A ride across the country. I remember pedaling and pedaling. Not really feeling tired, but knowing that I needed to conserve my energy because I would be pedaling for days on end.

My biggest concern, however, was getting to Chicago ASAP. And knowing that once I got there I would have a hard time finding my way around the city on bike.

The strangest part, perhaps, was that the only person that I met up with on my bike trek was my Dad. I think he was in Chicago, but I'm not sure (that part of the dream is a bit foggy now). He was living in a seedy apartment with faux wood paneling.

Weird.