dream theater &c.

The first bit was a thing where the fifth season of Doctor Who only had one episode, and it involved a nuclear bomb hitting Paris (sorry, Paris), and Rose and Sarah Jane and some random dude and I (?) had just enough time to join the Tenth Doctor in the TARDIS and get the damn door shut before the ... rolling cloud of destruction, such as (a) would be created by something more like a meteor impact than a nuclear bomb and (b) would be moving faster than the speed of sound, never mind faster than, you know, me (but, hey, if Jake Gyllenhaal can outrun freezing) ... anyway, get the damn door shut before it got there. The TARDIS is evidently radiation-proof when closed and secured with one of those question-mark-shaped hooks you often see on screen porch doors.

That was evidently the warm-up act, because the really annoying or troubling dream involved a house guest -- someone I didn't know very well, but a young friend of a friend who needed a place to crash, and he was kind of awful, making a minor ruin of my kitchen and flooding the bathroom and using the vacuum cleaner, which is (note) not a shopvac, to clean it up; all of which was annoying, right, but then when my friends J and D from high school (whom I haven't seen since B and H's wedding omfg ten years ago; D's father died two years ago last week, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, and I couldn't get home for the funeral; my parents did go, and I'd asked them to give her and her mother big hugs from me, and they took this directive quite literally, and explained to D and M as they hugged them that this had been my instruction, and told me later that D and M had agreed that sounded just like me -- none of this was a dream, just a tangent) turned up and I rearranged some things to make room for them too (my apartment as currently configured can sleep about six, and the apartment in the dream was a little bigger), J soon confided in me that the kid, whoever he was, had said something disparaging about my housekeeping. And of course I was having none of that, and if memory serves I slapped him across the face and pulled his hair and tackled him in the manner of a Law & Order police detective and held his face to the ground until he recanted the slur. The fact that my floorboards are soaked and there's a broken vacuum cleaner on my balcony (note: I do not have a balcony) and rice dumped all over my desk (note: I also do not have a desk, though in the dream I had one with a sort of well for a pencil cup, which was, yes, full of rice) is not because I keep a messy apartment, right?, not when the person with my knee in the small of his back is the one who made it that way. At some point in all of this wholenother appeared and also needed a place to stay, and was starting to say how she seemed to have wandered into a party, and then saw me twist the kid's arm behind him a little further, and I clearly remember her saying "Ah. Never mind."

In short, I had an unpleasant dream about a bad houseguest. Given that datlowen -- a good houseguest! -- is coming next week to crash here for a bit before he can move into his place for the summer, that's only a little bit surprising; then as I was putting the coffee on this morning I remembered that I got a notice that shortly some county inspectors will be coming to take a look at my place. I have no idea what they're inspecting for, but it's evidently got me sufficiently rattled to give me unhappy dreams between snooze alarms even though I vacuumed and scrubbed and generally tidied up (vacuumed the freakin sofa!) less than 48 hours ago.


In other news, another of my oldest friends in the world, who never expected to be married, much less to be anybody's mother, is expecting a baby. I'm nothing but pleased for her and her husband, of course -- and really only a tiny, tiny bit heartbroken for me. :-] Happy new year.

back to good

But on the up side, I just had a lime cupcake with coconut cream cheese frosting for breakfast, a flavor that had been on hiatus (at Hello Cupcake) for the winter and came back just in time for my birthday, and it has made me kind of ridiculously pleased. :-)

today

Day started out kind of rough, actually, but I had sanj to abet my retail therapy (in fact, I accomplished most of my retail therapy between my eye appointment and meeting up with sanj, and what she was abetting was errands, but still, the company was valuable in the extreme), and then I came home and had a little rest and then off for dinner with sanj and ellen_fremedon and neotoma and abka and denis77, at my favorite Chinese place, which was v. yummy, and then the gelato place down the street from there, which was nigh miraculous.

Home again in the rain. Days that begin bumpy and end well are better than the opposite kind. Plus, there's more cupcakes in the refrigerator, so it can carry on being my birthday tomorrow as well. :-)