Dreamt. I was checking out some student flats and out the back were these enormous and beautiful fjords, one after another that you could climb to, and filled with these fantastic carnivorous fish. “I had no idea these were here. Right in Edinburgh!” I said. “These are the ones used in the movie Juno,” said the guy there. Looking out to the ridge of the next fjord, I realized I was hallucinating the mythical-looking beasts that were prancing along there—because of the auras that surrounded them, that tipped me off—and I was irritated because I had hallucinated the same thing while watching the same fjords in Juno. To get from the entry hall to the first floor of the flat you had to jump up through a little trap door in the ceiling. I wasn’t sure about that at first—the practicality of it—but I warmed to it. But the students there were very immature undergrads, and I wasn’t sure about living with them.