I was biking home but around Gilbert/Barton I ran into some other biker who wanted to talk to me. I didn't want to lead him back to my house so I kind of biked in weird directions. We parted ways but then later I ran into him again, and once again had to go in some direction other than my intended destination. He eventually realized that I was doing this and, sounding a bit annoyed, asked me why.

A different dream:

I was still working through schooling in Platteville, I guess. Some computer system had a limited number of users. I was talking to my advisor (maybe Clifton) about it. "Well, Nykl's gone, so-and-so is gone, so maybe it's fine" (as in: maybe that brings the number of users down enough that me sticking around so long isn't a problem).

I went into some stairwell with $advisor or some friend close behind, and followed it in a clockwise spiral down, down, down. It went on for a surprisingly long time--I didn't think the building was this tall--before I reached a point where the shape of the stairwell changed slightly, and went maybe four yards forward at each landing instead of two. I was starting to use my hands to grab the center column and swing around, thinking it might be fun to lose my buddy. It became apparent that this stairwell was not limited to euclidean space, as different sections of it obviously would overlap. I reached a section where the walls were mirrored, and shortly afterwards, a section where different hallways branched off from the main stairwell. Most floors also had a couple of doors that presumably led to closets or were exits from the stairwell maze. I was a short distance ahead of buddy and decided it was a good time to duck around one of these corners, hiding just barely out of direct line-of-sight from the main stairwell. He could still spot me in the mirrors if he was observant enough, but since he was running to catch up with me, he missed me. I started to wonder if I had gotten myself lost. But each one of those doors is an escape hatch, right? I hadn't actually verified this.