Last night I dreamed I was in a part of Arches National Park that I had never seen before, possibly near the Colorado River. It was sunset and Lindsay Wagner and I had climbed to a high point to watch the golden moment. Just as it struck, someone stood up in our way, but was coaxed to sit back down. The golden moment was extremely short, maybe a second or two. As we walked down, we noticed that some of the slickrock cliffs had been wrapped in barbed wire to keep climbers out. At the campground, people were pulling up tent stakes and leaving as fast as they could, but no one would tell me why. The people who agreed to help me accidentally pulled the antennas off my car by mistake. Eventually, I was in a marketplace in Bangladesh, buying mangoes. At one shop, I couldn’t find the owner, so I crammed a dollar over his fireplace. This worried me, since there were police in the area who were shooting shoplifters.