I remember incoherent fragments from several of my dreams last night.

I rent an apartment above a dive restaurant for $700/month.  I ask the landlady (and restaurant owner) if my friend could also move in as a roommate.  She said it was OK, but extra rent would be an additional $400/month.  We would also need to hang our bikes on the wall of the restaurant.  This idea sounds preposterous, and we decide against.

Dreams switch gears, and now I’m supposed to meet an old girlfriend on the train platform.  It’s pouring and everyone is wearing rain gear.  I see her with a few friends and go to meet them.  She stares quizzically for a few seconds before recognition hits.  She remarks that I’ve got extremely short hair, and why did I cut it all off?

Now I’m sitting at my computer, transferring files from one hard drive to another.  How mundane.