I dreamed I was back in New Orleans. I wasn't able to get a ride into the city from the airport, so I decided to bike in. In the warped geography of my dream, the Mississippi River surrounded the entire French Quarter and it was necessary for me to bike over a rickety and rusting metal bridge. The bridge itself was very high, and I found myself
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