Dream last night where I was trying to cross an above-ground subway track (Allston Green line, for reference). There was a muscle car doing donuts in the middle of it, which I had to dodge in order to cross, and inside the car were Indian and Iranian dignitaries. Later, I was in what I believe was a different car with the performance artist Alex Bienstock, and we drove through a cul-de-sac of palatial mansions nestled in cliffs and hills. One of these mansions may have been the residence of Danielle Steele. We drove past the circle, onto the grass and then up one of these hills before turning the car around to survey the valley below.