I've had a bunch of undocumented dreams lately. Most somewhat interesting but not remembered clearly enough for me to write anything coherent about them, so I'll skip those.

In one, Ray Romano lived in our neighborhood. He was walking up and down Hammersley with a megaphone. He came across somebody running, and started telling them that they were well on their way to Hawaii. Half a mile down and only 3999.5 to go. Or something.

Last night I dreampt that I took a funny way to work one day, going onto Adams street, just north of the zoo. It went along a ridge by the lake, and was surrounded by a forests. It was a really cool place. And at the east end it met up with the road that I normally took, and went under a railroad bridge and over a river. And I was swimming in the river, hoping I'd get to the shallow part before I got tired. And my instructor started leading us through these narrow underwater caves. I worried what would happen if someone got stuck in there.