Last night, I dreamed that I was meeting with old friends, discussing all the good times that we used to have. Only, it was all fictional, of course. I don't know if I have old friends anymore, or that even if I did, that we would have good times past to discuss. In the dream, we were making a good time of it though.
After a while, we went to check on someone they knew, and she was having a rough time, and there was some evil force. I let Nigel loose, to combat the evil force, and he chased it around, killed it, and was eating it up, and I woke up.
Did more work yesterday, slowly getting things done. Might take a break today though, and rest my back, it's been unhappy since the middle of my cleaning yesterday.
The whole, whole world keeps turning and turning.