Hm. I had two odd dreams last night - this morning, rather...
The first involved something somewhat like a game. Or a hunt, perhaps. No, definitely a sort of hunt, one person chasing another around a multi-dimensional 'course' (a tesseract, I think) in order to kill them to stop them winning (by reaching a specified 'area'). Spectators (me) watched from above. The players started on opposite sides of something that looked like a glass maze, lit in shades of light blue, and made their way towards the centre. But after a little while, the maze started changing, becoming three dimensional, then four, then five, the paths twisting back on themselves, the players making no distinction between floor, walls and ceiling as they moved (a bit like an Escher picture), the quarry trying to keep well ahead of the hunter as both attempted to reach the goal.
As the match became more complex - as the number of dimensions increased - they both had to resort to plans and maps in order to proceed safely: these looked like sheets of transparent plastic etched with lines and symbols that unfolded and curved around themselves and fitted into pale blue jewel-cases. There were dozens of them for both players, and they had to be used really quickly before the maze's configuration (and the maps themselves) changed...
The thing that startled me was that Legolas (the Elf, not Orlando Bloom playing him, if that makes sense) was the quarry. (The hunter was an unfamiliar shadowy figure in a dark cloak.)
The match was moving into the endgame, with hunter gaining on quarry, when Quyn howled at the post arriving and woke me up, dammit...
I went back to sleep, and dreamed that a couple of friends, Ken, and I met up to see a film at a cinema I've dreamed before. The place is more like a small mall than a cinema, with a cafe, several coffee shops, a small museum and gift shops as well as a number of screens. There are a lot of smallish screens and several large boxes (like opera boxes) for people who prefer to watch the films in privacy. Some of them have mini-bars. There are carpeted steps and slopes everywhere, and the doors into the various rooms are opened by a number code which is printed on your tickets for whichever film/screen you wished to see.
The two friends and I made our way to our screen and got seats while Ken went to get the tickets. Yes, I know, we got into the room before we knew the codes - I don't know why, this sort of dream is usually logical... Then again, I don't usually get lost in dreams, either. I did in this one. Ken was taking a long time, and I went to find him, but he wasn't at the ticket office, and I couldn't find my way back to our screen (and I couldn't remember the number code on the door, so couldn't even ask for directions!)
Five minutes before the film started all the doors were locked, and were only able to be opened from the inside. I was about to follow a late arrival into what I thought was the correct room when something woke me up.
[grumble] I never even found out what film it was we were supposed to see...
Wonder what all that was about, then...
Sue sent over a wonderfully funny email this morning...

Washington Post Style Invitational asks readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition...
Some of the winners in 2004: Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it. [I like that one!] Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer. [I can hear Neil saying it!] And - Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an arsehole. [Another good one!]

Newly posted in the Darkside - the next Dystopia chapter, possibly a little squicky but Jackson deserves everything he gets. I think I've been quite restrained, personally...
[sigh] Remember the fun and games we had with Candy and the new non-functioning fridge-freezer last year? Remember they replaced the faulty item with that lovely huge Hoover fridge-freezer? Well, before Yule the 'frost-free' light at the top kept flashing. Ken rang them: they suggested it might have been a power surge and to switch the thing off for 20 minutes then back on. Which we did, and it worked, but only temporarily. So we arranged to have an engineer come to check it...
He told us the door wasn't fitting properly, which was overworking the refrigeration unit. He fixed it, or so he said. The following day the light started flashing again - so we rang them to arrange for another engineer to come (booked for Thursday this week).
However...
We now have a fridge whose temperature won't drop below 13 degrees (our milk goes off after a day) and a freezer whose temperature is below minus 30 degrees - my fingers stick to everything I take out, and I pull off a thin layer of skin when trying to 'unstick' them. (No, not any more, I use a glove.)
I will never, ever, ever buy anything from Candy/Hoover again, and I would suggest you think twice before doing so as well.
I think at the very least this now requires a letter to the Ethical Consumer, detailing the problems we've had and asking them to take it into consideration when making their recommendations in future (we used them when deciding to buy from the company in the first place). Whether we take it further depends on what happens on Thursday.