Dreams of late, in brief

In brief because I can only remember slightly less than an elevator’s pitch worth of description for each. I’m fighting crazy cult women. I think it more a game of wits than a physical battle. I cannot recall why I was fighting them or how I fared. Running along a scenic mountain trail. If I remember correctly, this started with me walking with a friend then transitioned, as dreams do, to me jogging alone along a trail that ran through bare trees that suggested winter or fall. As I kept running, my speed increased, first to an impressive sprint, then to something absurd and impossible, where I had to deliberately apply the brakes when jogging around a corner to prevent the momentum from flinging myself off the mountain. I wish I could move like that. Or maybe I don’t. It seems dangerous. The last dream was in some kind of meeting room. I was sitting at a conference table. Across from me was Elon Musk. He was jacking up his office chair super high while sitting on it, laughing, and…