My train to work leaving a minute early. Without me on it.

A demonstration that I can only assume was pro-life (it wasn’t overly clear), as it consisted of people wheeling a mock baby in isolation thingy up Collins St, escorted by a police car, along with safety-vested money collectors. Hmmm.

Strolling down Collins St, holding hands, none other than Tony and Rae. Tony looking like he was possessed, with demonic-looking contact lenses in, his glasses apparently being repaired today. They were going to look at the Christmas windows, then maybe catch a tram down to St Kilda, stroll around, eat lunch, cake, drink beers while spending a lazy day off work. Bastards.

An email come through to tell me a couple of people I’ve known for years are finally getting hitched next week. Congrats C & C.

That’s all so far. But hey, the night is young.

After my last batch of dreams, Nat posted an analysis of them, which I found very interesting, though it seemed to indicate a lot of negativity, which I don’t really feel is in my life right now.

But anyway there was another suite of dreams a few nights ago, as disjointed as ever, but not a bus or a fire in sight this time…

I was in an office, talking to someone called Ashad. On the noticeboard were pictures of my old high school (Melbourne High) being demolished and rebuilt to the original plans. Ashad said it was actually cheaper to rebuild it than to simply clean it, as cleaning involved taking out each brick one at a time and removing the dirt, then replacing it.

(Possible influences: announcement last week that a teacher I knew at another school has been appointed as the new principal to Melbourne High.)

I rode my bike home from Marita’s. (Unlikely, it’s quite a hike.) Lots of St Kilda footy fans were walking in the streets. I got to my street, but couldn’t find my house — it was like it had been replaced by other houses.

(Possible influences: the plumber who recently suggested it was a no-brainer than the owner of my house could demolish and build units on the land.)

Watching TV, Tony Stamp and other actors from The Bill appeared on an advert for an expanding truncheon (like they use on the show) for sale for Christmas.

(Possible influences: I rarely watch the show anymore, but the night before, I had seen a little bit of it, including a scene with two characters and their expanding truncheons.)