I only remember parts of this dream. In the first part, which was really involved and long, I can only remember one part. Joe Castelli was in it, and he rushed out of the building we were in and down an alley. The alleys looked kind of like an old Beijing neighborhood.

“Where did he go?” I asked. Someone told me that he had to go to the bathroom because he was constipated, so when he feels he can go, he really needs to go.

I expressed that it seemed like no big deal, but Joe’s friends explained that it really is a big deal, because when Joe uses the toilet he never fully voids his bowels. He always stops halfway. This means that his bowels were always fuller than most people’s, so being constipated was worse for him.

Poor Joe.

The other part I remember was flying around in a mini-helicopter. There were three of them, and I was squeezed into one with one other person (a girl?). No one was piloting the helicopter, and we were flying around crazily like an amusement park ride, soaring, banking, dipping, diving. The three helicopters were also in a constant grouping, sort of like roller coaster cars (but not really linear).

It was fun, because I don’t often dream about flying. I remember once, a long time ago, I dreamed that I learned to fly. (The secret is constantly pushing against the ground with your mind.) I gradually learned to control my flight abilities over the course of the dream, and it felt awesome. When I woke up, I was so disappointed that it was all a dream.