I dreamt that YC and I had found this hidden lake in the middle of the neighborhood across the beltline. We would go canoeing in it sometimes. There was a shack that used to sell hotdogs on the shore of the lake, and bahind that there was a creek that led to another, even more secret lake. We went there. And there we found the hotdog stand guys talking about how to get their stand going again. They were showing us different kinds of links.