I had two distinct, very strange dreams last night. I can only remember the first.

The first involved Bruce Springsteen as a tall, spindly devil chasing me down an impossibly tall bridge. This bridge was somewhere over the water in my dreamworld New York City*, and appeared to resemble something out of Super Mario Brothers; it had no structural support and parts of it would fall into the water as soon as I stepped on them. I could run faster in this dream than any human possibly could.

This scene was intercut with scenes from a nonexistent Bruce Springsteen video. I was in his band, and we (well, super-deformed caricatures of us) were all standing on top some enormous amusement park swing. I was playing some weird electronic harp. At some point I jumped off the swing, at which point my harp reconfigured itself into a guitar and I started playing a Helmet song.

* In my dreams, along with plane crashes I sometimes experience consistent alternate geographies for New York City and Providence. Last night's bridge had signs for US Highway 20 which doesn't even go near New York City, and the complicated interchanges south of Boston have been transplanted to some place high above Manhattan and have their own subway station. Yes, this means you have to walk along an elevated highway to the subway. No, this does not make sense.