Almost as good as Improv Everywhere: PacManhattan.

Strange dreams last night, and I am not sure which preceeded the other.

1) Bret and I were taking a class in New York. But we were living in Washington, DC, where DSI was based in the dream. The best route from DC to New York was illegal– a river, which had ships floating directly from NYC to DC. It was legal, but slow, to take a ship, but if you jumped in at the right entry points, which were guarded, you could slip below the surface, lie on your back, and be propelled at great speeds. Breathing underwater was not a problem.

Bret and I hopped in at a 4-foot clearing around the shore, beyond which we had to sneak through a little-known path of bushes and briers. When we surfaced, we met up with Porter, who had also taken the slipstream in from his non-NYC residence, and we all went to class– being taught by Conroy, I think– in a large, sort of faceless building. It’s the same building shape from another dream– the one where one side is approachable only from country, but the other side lets out in the middle of a city.

Anthony and Kate were also taking the class. During a break, Ant and I went in search of a bathroom and a snack, but the building was maze-like in its complexity. After asking directions in the bookstore on the ground floor, Ant and I finally decided that perhaps DC would be a better place for a restroom. So we left the building, walked several blocks, cut through some hedges, and made a mad dash for the river, and barely made it into the slipstream below the river before being caught.

Riding the slipstream was infinitely more fun than any other mode of transportation, which offset whatever the heavy penalty was for taking it illegally.

2) I discovered in a movie theater lobby– one of the huge multiplexes– that while you could walk just fine, human beings were capable, with great effort– of lying on their backs, sticking their legs in the air, and flapping their arms, of hovering just a few feet at a time. I was very impressed with the discovery, and spent my time fluttering down many corridors to the doors of the individual screens of the mobie theater, but I never went in to see a movie, since real life had become more interesting. The doors to the screens were non-descript, but the entrances to the corridors that connected them were brightly lit, like carnival rides or Las Vegas, and there were popcorn and soda vendors outside each individual theater.