So last night I dreamt that Elon Musk decided to build a couple of fancy shmancy apartment buildings in the form of two big towers down by the U of C. And for some reason, I went to go live there (because who doesn’t want to live in a building called “Musk Tower One”?). I lived on the uppermost floor in an apartment that had two walls of full windows and was VERY high up.

I don’t know if I lived with friends or if I lived there alone and was having a party, but there were a bunch of people hanging out with me in the apartment. Anyway, it starts to storm a little bit outside and we can feel the tower swaying a little bit. We’re all a little freaked out, but I assure everyone that tall buildings like this are designed to sway in the wind and still be completely structurally sound. So we party on.

But then it starts getting REALLY windy and the tower just starts bending like hell. Back and forth and back and forth. So does Musk Tower Two, which is next to it, and they bend to the point where you could jump across from one building to another. Then they start bending to the point where the top floors are basically touching the ground.

It’s freaking wild and freaking terrifying and we all want to get the hell out of things before the buildings SNAP IN HALF, so once the building bends to the extreme again and we, on the top floor, are like two feet off the ground, we all just jump off.

Once I’m off the building, I notice that my mom is standing near the buildings and is in total freak out mode, ‘cause she knows I live in them. So I go over to her and tell her I’m fine and her freak out mode turns in to rage mode and she starts screaming “WHERE IS THAT ASSHOLE ELON MUSK, I’M GOING TO PUNCH THE HELL OUT OF HIM!” and was just on a rampage for the rest of the dream.

Unfortunately, I never found out what happened to the swaying buildings or if my mom punched out Elon Musk ‘cause I woke up, but it was one of the most super-realistic (feeling-wise) dreams I’ve had in a long time.

Weird.