I was going to go to an SCA event for a day trip today but after this week at work (unusually high call volume, adjusting to a new supervisor), I really needed a "down" day. So we had breakfast in bed, went out to Costco (allergy testing, $15 for a $70 test), did a little shopping, and now doing laundry.
Let's never mind that breakfast was at about 1:30pm. I had to sleep in.
I dreamt that I was supposed to be performing on stage as a main act, which was really a suite of 2 hotel rooms filled waist high with water, and the opening act sang Icehouse's "No Promises"*; all the while I was trying to sleuth who was leaving these vaguely stalkerish handwritten notes. I had the second one and was trying to find the first to compare it to but someone had straightened up the room and had misplaced it. And the room was filled with camel tables (brass top, folding wooden base) but someone had mismatched all of the tops and bases and I thought I would never get my original one again. And my mom was there, as was my sister, who magically had two more kids: a little redhaired girl of about 2 named Angie (who upon our first meeting, walked up to me and said, "Hey, how ya doin'?" just like little Bridget from "Medium") and another little boy she was holding on her hip.
Hello, brain core dump.
* = I am still looking for an MP3 of this song. Thank you.