I dreamt that there was a bridge from America to Japan. It was always congested with traffic and crime, and there were two smaller paths on either side. These were more pedestrian bridges, but they were made out of the rubber puzzle mat that's in my basement. I got closer to it and saw that the first part of it was in the water.

I was worried about getting my Oakley Nails wet, so I jumped and cleared the water. The bridge got wider and I was traveling so fast that I hardly put much weight on the ground, and I could even walk on my hands. The whole way to Japan, a new Mariah Carey song played about not being promiscuous.