I dreamt that Milo and I decided to go to Scotland. I’m not exactly sure why other than we we were looking for something…but I’m not sure what. I’m also not sure whether or not we found whatever it was…I woke up before then. But what was weird was we were sort of gliding all over Scotland—I’m serious, gliding! Not walking. It looked like we were on skateboards, but there were no boards…we were just…gliding. And really fast. Almost like flying, but…not. Like on a skateboard. But faster. I don’t know how else to describe that.