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), met Madonna, the ghost
of Alec Baldwin's wife, a team from The Amazing Race trying to
figure out which PATH train goes to Grand Central (trick
question!) 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 of will.
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.