disclaimer: i am no longer a saylor fan, just like i am not a fan of jesus, dalai lama, or any other preacher or religious fictional figure. i had this weird dream a few months ago and wrote down whatever i could remember upon waking up.

"i wake up and Saylor is in a dorm room bed across from me. roommates brought him, he ordered crates full of water and diet coke for the party on a rooftop. i hear someone say "the workers say they will finish putting tiles on the roof." also hear "well Saylor dances like this: [imitate easy bouncing motion], he is 54+ yo." the elevator was working but stairs are difficult - there are tight pipes to squeeze through, sliding against the walls. i tell Saylor: "i am your biggest fan, i quote you, i play your quotes on rerun, I tell about you to everyone." i introduce [old friend] to him but [friend] is not interested. "i have a question for you - how do you manage to stay humble while amassing wealth and hanging out with billionaires?" - Saylor says "there are lots of great books, and there is one called Stillworth."(???) i ask Saylor "are you interested in taking the stairs?" - he goes first, and it's very difficult, he is squeezing past pipes and scratching paint off his textured white suit, it is hard for him to ascend even though it's only 4 stories. he is not a big guy, i hear him grunt and pant. When we get to the roof, two men, his assistants, yell from the bottom - Hey Avi (???), you ok?! and Saylor is clearly exhausted, probably near collapse, and they are dragging a cabana with a bed to the rooftop via stairs!"