Nazrax

I go to bed at 12:30 AM and took at least half an hour to fall asleep (Sunday naps are so nice, but they can cause such problems too ...). My wife's alarm wakes me at 6:30.

At the burger restaurant
I'm in a burger restaurant with my family - a Burger King, I think. I go through the line and order a burger for each of my kids. At $5 each, taking my family here isn't cheap. for some reason, I didn't order with the rest of my family, so now I'm back in line to order my own food. I think I know what I want, but I'm still conflicted. I end up talking to someone about the current menu items. He's got a paper copy of the menu that doesn't have some items, but I point out that his menu is good from <date> to <date> (I think one end was in August) and that we're one day outside that range. Now I'm placing my order. I don't know the name of what I want, so I try to describe something like "the burger with the sauce." The girl behind the counter apologizes that that's a seasonal item and we're now out of that season. I panic a bit, quickly looking over the overhead menus trying to figure out what to replace my order with. I'm having a hard time reading them, and I don't want to hold up the line, so eventually I just order something boring.

Now I'm siting with my family at a table by the window. A wave comes in and our table ends up completely under water. This restaurant is in the path of the tides, and some tables go underwater at high tide. I'm not sure how we missed the tide coming in, but it's here now and we need to move to a table past the tide. My wife and I try to move our stuff as quickly as possible, finding it from under the water. It's tough, since we can't see into the water at all and have to feel around for our things. We're both moving stuff from our old table to the new one, but she spends more time at the old one and I spend more time at the new one.



Driving to clean a house
I'm in a car with someone else, heading to a house to clean it. He's driving, and I'm in the passenger seat. I know we're near our destination, but neither of us is sure exactly where it is. We turn down one neighborhood road and quickly realize it's the wrong one. Up ahead, we see a team of landscapers working on a large grassy area to the right of the road. My companion does something weird, including backing up and nearly hitting a mailbox. I call him on it, but he shrugs it off. As we're leaving we see the landscaper doing <something>, and my companion laughs and says it's because he shook them up a bit. Now we're driving through another neighborhood - the right one, this time - looking for the house we're supposed to be going to. It's a pretty boring neighborhood with small lots, no trees, and lots of white houses.


Fragments:
Something about trying to make a case against a guy (or group?), that he (they) were responsible for wiping out another group. Somehow this is related to visions of backed-up cars on one lane of a winding mountain road with a view of the ocean.

I'm at my computer taking a survey about Steam produced by some college students. Some of the questions are really strange.