Dream: January 25, 2012 No memory of how it all began. On another bike ride, this time in a town south of where I currently live. I went into this street, where there was a car, some sort of apartment complex and a parking lot. The road banked sharply to my left, but to my right was some kind of downsloping hill and a passage. Lieutenant Court, it said. Some kind of no-parking sign was near by, yet below was a very wide field of grass. Opposite where I went was another long street and intersection. The sky was more cloudy than clear. I went down the court, which stretched probably 100 metres, zipping down as I went along. The trip back up was more time-consuming, as I walked back up the side of a grassy ravine. Headed toward a row of houses, but sometime later, I was back. This time, the scene is a bit darker. I zoom down the same court road, as I did the first time. Yet by the time I climb back up, standing on the ledge of the grassy pit was a guard. He scared me, warned me about the no tresspassing signs, which I hadn't seen the first time. Rattled, I headed on home, and took one last look over the ravine. Some rows of buildings and tall apartments in the distance, a new and recent development perhaps. Flash ahead, and I'm sitting in a classroom, debating about something. Don't know whether I won or lost, but it was a familiar topic, in my philosophy discussion class we were arguing. Raised some points I had in real life. I woke up a short time later.