sleep, sleep

Last night first I had a dream where I lived in a household of at least three people, maybe six, and one of them died. I remember her weird fiance coming over and me sitting in the car saying 'we didn't know her, but we really loved her.' This dream must have been brought on by a friend of a friend commiting suicide yesterday. I don't remember much more other than the woman was named Merry (like in the Tolkien I was reading before bed) and more overweight than me and very, very nice.

Then my waking dream had to do with - this is so embarrassing - the cast of Friends. And I'm sure it was heavily influenced by 'The Dinner Party' episode of Seinfeld that I watched last night. Ross was all hot to get this chocolate pie (not unlike the French Silk pie I finished yesterday) for some people but it cost $20. First I split the cost of the pie with him, then we must have had to get something else because I was hanging out with the others and Ross shows up with another pie - assuming this would be fine with everyone. Monica was angry at him (you know Monica) but I was even more fed up and flipped the pie over. (Something I did by accident the other day IRL.) I immediately gave him $20 for the pie and stomped off. Phoebe and I were going to a bookstore for me to cool down. She was due to have a baby next week (like Mike's friend's Chris' wife Robin). We drove past MGM Studios and I was surprised the Hollywood Tower Hotel wasn't illuminated. I remembered I was on vacation at WDW and was sad I'd have to someday leave. The bookstore we were going to was located in the same place as a Half-Price Books in Houston (according to my RL evaluation of surroundings, this wasn't said) but was called Rumours.

Then I mercifully woke up. Sad, sad.