Two nights ago: I alternated from being and then watching a man on a plank made of tree trunks--flattened, smooth--going up and down grassy hills.
Last night: the desert. I was on a trip there, and was readying to leave, but realized I was far from packing all my stuff up in time to leave by sundown, so I decided I would leave the next day. Then I was on a bike coming up a hill very fast, then coasting down into an unfamiliar place--two lakes and some houses in the middle of the desert. I feared I was going so fast I'd land in the water but I managed to skid to a stop.
