I wasn’t doing too well on the sidewalk. I remember a bicycle swerving around me and an old lady shaking a cane. I was passed by someone athletic doing flips on a speeding traveling trampoline. Hopping at the rear edge stopped me at the corner, and the braking energy sent me springing high into the air until the light changed. So, what do you make of my dream, Doctor?”

“This is a clear-cut case of severe halfbakeryitis. I’m afraid you’ve passed the stage of common dough-daydreams to acute bed-baking.”