I dreamt that YC and I were in La Crosse again. It was late and we were driving around tying to find a place to eat. It reminded me of another dream about almost the exact same thing except in the earlier dream I was with Pitt and maybe Corey or Dmitri.

Then Pitt and I went to some Indian dance club. In the foyer I put my backpack down and ate some cornbread, which turned out to be full of weed. So I got all weird in the head, and I thought someone had taken my backpack and I was really worried about it because it had my checkbook and some non-zero-value stuff in it. Eventually I found it under a table, where I thought I had already looked. I went out to the street where YC happened to be passing by. I waved at her and asked her to come join us.