Hoverboarding in my dreams

Wow, what a great dream I had this morning right before waking up. I finished Specials late last night, and apparently all night I dreamed I was a Special. Flying on a hoverboard over the city, going into a house to find a clue left by someone earlier, and being ambushed by somebody. It was the most vivid story-esque dream I’ve had in a while. Of course, now most of it has faded, but the memory of flying on a hoverboard remains.
Thus, to have cool dreams, read Scott Westerfeld.