The sounds of jackhammering outside my apartment woke me up again at 6AM. I was still sleepy enough to somehow find a lull in the action and go back under, and times like these are when I have the weirdest dreams.

I was in the District doing "lunch parkour," which is where you parkour across rooftops and through parks trying to get to your favorite food truck swiftly. I had on a podcast which had a visualization to it that I think I was either looking at on a screen or visualizing in the sky while I ran, which seems irresponsible in retrospect. I came to a part of a park I recognized as having a good shortcut across a major highway in the city: a small gap that covers an otherwise large one. All you have to do is hop from a hilly cliffside to a rocky one, and then there's the lake. I felt I had done this before. A single log serves as a bridge across the lake, and I started across it, rhythmically stepping and jumping to the music of the podcast, which was the pit crew doing a musical number called "Harry Schooner." It was scatalogical in nature because of some earlier bit I didn't catch. I still remember the tune and lyrics.

Blindness lacks the faculty to see~

Harry Schooner~

And the mysteries stay far away from me~

Harry Schooner~

Little more than that. The rythm to it I was also stepping to caused the far end of the bridge, which was not firmly connected but just a log end resting on the other side, to lift off the dirt and plunk back down and I had to stop. I made it across and to the venue, where I told them all off for almost getting me killed. I insist the strangest part of all of this is having a song stuck in my head that came from nowhere, but hey, people just make up music sometimes.

Tho now I'm gonna have to figure out how "Harry Schooner" is the punchline to a dick joke.