Had some weird dreams last night. I don't remember all the details, but I was visiting Mom and Dad in Iowa like I do in so many dreams. Someone got me a bicycle built for two that could change into shopping cart somehow. My sister (who's 18 in real life) was maybe 10 years old in the dream. We went to this cross between a grocery store, a mall, and an airport and had all my stuff weighed for the return trip. It seemed to be light enough, all things considered.