There was a conversation about tickets and trespassing and what are you going to do? that I don't recall precisely. There was a kind of apartment just below the peak, and I became MacGyver and started rooting around through the toiletries. I mixed together something like Vaseline, potassium, and a third ingredient, rubbed it on my chest, and the chemicals combined with the movements of my muscles into a photo-electric gel that turned my entire torso into a giant LED.
Nighttime bike riding problem solved.
Then the dream got very weird, in a bad 80's disco kind of way, with MacGyver posing awkwardly in Saturday Night Fever poses and glowing. And then it turned into some kind of gothic horror show/ripoff of Rosemary's baby and Mark came in and asked me why I was watching bad TV.
This is what I get for looking at videos of how to exercise your rhomboids just before going to bed. In related news, I'm probably doing my lateral pull-downs wrong, as I shouldn't be moving my back during the pull-down (and I"m probably breathing out when I should be breathing in).