Dreams:

The Beatles were having an impromptu concert at the Capitol. I went upstairs to visit with someone and was dripping tears on the band through the grated floor. I knew they were not my tears because I was not especially upset about anything, so they must have been from other people nearby. Some of them fell on George Harrison and he decided I said some nice words to comfort us.

Somehow I still had a key to Andrea and Lee's apartment and Andrea's old broken phone (detail: it was a red old-style cell phone with buttons on the front and a hole where a stubby fixed antenna used to be). The phone was broken in a very special way, such that the radio signals it emitted propelled it forward with great force and one could ride it to fly around in the air. I was hanging around their apartment, presumably to give the keys back, and after finding neither of them home I lept off the balcony and flew safely to the ground (but not before visiting a higher balcony, just for the heck of it) by pointing the thruster-phone over my shoulder (it seems that I had affixed it to my shoe and was pointing the shoe over my shoulder; nevermind that my legs don't actually bend that way).

Later I was sitting on a grassy river bank using my smartphone/tablet thing to check some stocks that I owned. The price had been fluctuating rapidly and it was showing that I had made 300$ in dividends, which was a lot given how much I had invested, and I wished I had invested more. Andrea found me here, or had found me shortly before. We walked and talked for a while and I remembered that she only had half of a normal human brain, but that the other half was made of or somehow connected to all the creatures in the world, so that she always felt what they were feeling.

She was still the same bitchy, unemployed Andrea, but that she had this tele-empathic mind and had somehow come to posess a rocket phone (and also an experimental time travel device similar to that in Primer that had been invented by Bill Nye and some editors at Scientific American) intruiged me. But the only reason she was talking to me now was to coerce me into giving the phone back. Which she eventually succeeded at by convincing me to smash an egg I was holding into an egg that she was holding. I quickly realized that that had been a mistake. And there was some bargaining going on as I drove her beige jeep (which was also my smartphone/tablet thing, and I was playing a game on it where you'd fling basketballs onto a triangular lattice structure) through a muddy harvested corn field, but since all I really wanted was the thruster phone, I didn't really have anything to bargain with, and I left with only the beige jeep tablet. She no longer had any reason to talk to me and I no longer had a magic rocket phone. I was sad.

Shortly thereafter I found her again back between her apartment and the river, where I offered to buy the phone back from her, and she said sure, for 500000$. Which I could not afford.

There was a crowdfunded radio experiment involving lots of different antennas around the world that I had once contributed to, and I decided to donate some small amount again with the hope that someone would figure out how to recreate the rocket phone effect. Then I was manning the (small as the antennas on this project went) antenna that I had donated to help complete, and tuned into some low-frequency high-amplitude signal that seems to be coming from nearby. Simply receiving the signal causes some rabbits nearby to become upset. It seened the rabbits were creating the signal. This was all very interesting, but not what I was going for.