Although, now that I think about it, Sunday/Monday I almost had a lucid dream when I caught myself flying and Mark asked, "What are you doing that for?" We were at Reed College. You needed a student or alumni card to get in anywhere, and they'd paved over Eliot Circle and replaced it with a concrete plaza and fountain. The dorm I lived in seamlessly turned into a retail mall and I commented on it to Mark (this is what I get for reading a critique of NeoLiberalism in academia and the Digital Humanities before going to bed).
Earlier in the dream, a bunch of us broke into some kind of campus office, maybe a museum office. J.G. (a professor from work), D.K. (dressed as a computer executive), and others were there. I think I had managed to shimmy through a window and let everyone in. We were looking at an exhibit (or something) when we heard a ton of folks enter the building. "Hide!" someone said.
D.K. and I managed to avoid some folks, but then there were too many, so I said, "You're my boss," and I started talking loudly about needing to lock doors. We blended in with the horde of folks checking each room and re-locking offices. There was a complicated exchange with a rotating deadbolt mechanism on a chain that allowed you to pull a deadbolt after you when you locked a door (which would be like laking the door from the inside, but I didn't realize this in the dream).
There was more about needing a card to get through an electronic gate at all the Reed buildings, and something about someone who dropped a USB RAMstick... and then Mark was talking to me about flying.