American dreams

Last night’s dream: I was in NYC, riding uptown on the bonnet of a yellow cab. Of course, first Arvind and I had had to stop the cab by using our ethnic Indianness – the taxi driver didn’t speak English and was inclined to take us on as a consequence. Of course, we don’t speak Hindi either so used the one phrase I had (which in my dream I thought meant something like ‘how are you doing’, but in the real world means ‘thank you’) and then somehow ended up on the bonnet flying up 5th Avenue at speed.

Which was, needless to say, weird.