I had been elected mayor, someone informed me, some kind of bald campaign consultant. I wasn't sure how, since I hadn't run for the office, but I was suddenly swamped with attention. I was outside somewhere in St. Louis. I couldn't figure out where I was mayor of--University City or Olivette? I reasoned that if I awakened from the dream then I could google myself to find out, but gradually I realized that there was not any epistemological support outside of the dream for me being mayor of anywhere. In a bar I found some women who had switched my name with someone else on the ballot to elect me.
Earlier I was swimming across the continental US through oceanic waters, from West to East. I was trying to figure out how many hours it would take me, and came up with absurdly small numbers, like 37, though that judgment of absurdity is my waking conclusion.