Nazrax

2200: Ate a meat and cheese rollup and some ice cream with a mug of hot milk and honey
Bed @ 2300 /w half melatonin
Woke @ 0315 with no recall (~5 hours)
Woke @ 0515 /w alarm (~2 hours)

Church doors
I'm trying to craft new doors for the church. I a printout of their original design, and I can see that they were formed by gluing together strips of wood (2x4s?) at a 45 degree angle. I wonder if it's like my wife's bias tape that she uses for quilt bindings, if it's stronger somehow - but wait, that's not right, the whole purpose of bias tape is that it's more flexible and less likely to kink. My pieces are cut unevenly, as if the edges of the board were rather wavy, and when I try to put them together I get something that's very uneven. I think I'll probably have to glue it all together and then trim it down, but the plans don't call for that. Somehow, my pieces are already painted white.


Church weirdness
I'm at church on a Sunday morning when I realize that I'm wearing my jeans and a polo shirt instead of my church clothes. Whoops. At least I don't completely stand out, since there are some families at our church who wear these kinds of clothes every Sunday. My family is all home today, or else I'm sure one of them would have noticed I was wearing the wrong thing and pointed it out before I left. I see Trisha and - after doing a mental double-check to verify that's what she likes to be called these days - ask her how she's doing. We talk for a few moments, and I'm struck by how short she is. I know she's short, but somehow I just hadn't realized how short. She's getting ready for some kind of group babysitting thing to free up the adults to do something.

Now I'm carrying a couple of boxes around. One of them has a gallon sized ZipLoc bag of giant chocolate-covered marshmallows. I set them down for a minute to talk to Alex, and he starts eating the marshmallows. I half-jokingly tell him I'm going to have to take the bag away before he eats them all, though I let him keep one more before I close it up. I notice one of my boxes is empty, so I collapse it before moving on.

Now I'm outside the church. There are a lot of strange people milling around, all young adults dressed in 'punk' clothes. I don't like this, and I try to avoid them. There's a huge pile of backpacks against the side of the church, and somehow I know they belong to these people. I'm looking through the pile for my own backpack. I know I set it down just a moment ago, but now I've lost track of where I put it.

Now I'm at my car putting stuff in. I open the little fridge in the front seat to put a couple of things in, but I have some trouble since it's already pretty full. I manage it, but I also get something sticky on my hands.


Creatively framed
A bunch of guys are sitting around a table. One of them has fallen asleep, and I see that he's dressed very oddly: he's wearing only panties and a cape, and I somehow know that someone changed his outfit while he was sleeping. I see someone put a single drop of clear liquid into another man's cup. When that man takes a drink, he immediately keels over dead. The commotion around the table wakes the sleeping man who, after seeing what he's wearing, immediately dashes away from the table. The others assume that he's fleeing because of the murder, not because of his clothes.


Restarting a game
I'm playing a creative sandbox game. I've just finished all the missions it offers, and I get a message stating that I can go to the next planet, but that there won't be any missions there to guide me - it's totally free-form. I'm terrible at that kind of thing - I need suggestions of what to do - so I decide to start a new game so I can do the missions over again. Now I'm in the intro / tutorial area. I already know how to play, so I try to hurry through it as quickly as possible. I start out walking through a kind of school area - it's grassy, and there are buildings and covered walkways to my left and right and a building further in the distance. Now I'm walking along one of the covered walkways with a building to my left and grass to my right. A rather chubby guy stands right in the middle of the walkway ahead. I do something with his bag, go around him, and move on. Now I'm in a restaurant. Tables are split across a couple of levels, and the whole place is covered but open to the air on all sides. I pass the cashier's station on my left and walk between the tables to the back dining room where I find my friend. I ask him if he has a moment, then ask him to look up an answer. He Googles it, but instead of just clicking the link with the answer, he follows a link for something else that came up that's completely unrelated. I try to tell him it's the wrong link, but he wants to look anyway.


Insomnia
I'm in a hotel room with my wife and her parents. Her parents are sleeping on one large bed, and I'm with my wife on another one. I'm having trouble getting back to sleep. I get off our bed so I don't wake my wife while I go through some strange poses, but somehow I wake her up anyway.