I remember a little of my dreams last night…and they didn’t contain the usual suspects. First off, the main star was a friend of mine who is in Taiwan for the summer. We were, apparently, celebrating her birthday (which was back in April) at her parents’ house in the burbs. It was very late at night, with just a little ambient light to guide us into the basket of a hot air balloon. I didn’t recognize most of the party guests, but there was one guy from my office who I don’t even know. All I know about him is that he is moving away soon. He recently sent out an all-company email about how he istrying to sell his couch (it was kinda nice) and his Saab. Anyhow, we all climbed in and took off, not quite Team Rocket style, but more quickly than physics would seem to allow. Suddenly we were speeding through a downtown area (in a large city, not necessarily Minneapolis - more like Kuala Lumpur) just barely avoiding collisions with skyscrapers. I seemed to be the only one worried about our safety. How unusual. Heh.