So, I had a dream this morning which I don't have time to fully relate, but the highlights were: it was today, and the swing band wasn't that great, so we went to a movie before meeting people, then we met people at some weird bar, and we saw 3 more movies in 2 hours and got to Havok at 2am, at which point we proceeded to sneak through some back passage that took us out on the balcony/catwalk between the two rooms, and the dancing sucked, and the music was stupid because Mikael had one of the other djs working who I don't know, but he was playing crappy music in a cdplayer, and then I was cooking enchiladas and casseroles (4 different ones) for the employees, in a non-existant kitchen, and then I saw Grace there dancing a little, and she said she'd decided where she wants to live, and I wondered if it was Houston, and she was giving John Kimmell a hug (he stole a girl I liked in high school, and then later that year showed up to dance with another of my girlfriends, my response being to turn around and walk away) and he slowly pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck (she didn't seem to want it), so I walked forward and punched him in the face and upper body repeatedly, he pushed me away and said we'd fight the next day at noon. Then I couldn't talk to Grace because the casseroles would burn, and then everyone left while I was working in the kitchen, so I woke up, leaving the caseroles for whoever came back for them. hmmm... well off to the shower then work and craziness as always.