Last night though I had a dreeaaam.
In the first part the only bit I remember was opening a carton of eggs and being annoyed at the two cracked eggs inside. I had checked them at the store before I bought them and thus this meant that I had not been careful enough on transport home and now had to throw out two previously perfectly good eggs.
In the second part of the dream I had escalator fun. I might have mentioned before that I don't love escalators in real life but I think when I get stressed they seem to appear in my dreams and in my dreams I am terrified of them, and usually just as I go to get on one I usually misplace my footing. In this dream I was going up a fairly short escalator to a second floor but I slipped as I got on it and had to catch and then hold myself up with my arms as I moved upwards on the escalator and tried to regain my footing. When I got to the top and walked off onto that floor I discovered I had lost my bag - I don't have one in real life like this but it matched The Shoes (see icon) perfectly (oooooh I see where this is going ...) and I was utterly disappointed to have lost it. So for the rest of the dream I wandered around near the top of the escalator trying to find the bag or some place where lost items might be found. In the end an attendant or security guard (who happened to be someone I went to school with) gently led me away from the area and pointed out a very innocous, hidden escalator, not half the size of the one up, that went down. She sort of pushed me towards it and I ended up coming out into a very dark and dingy carpark.
Hi subsconscious. Nice to meet you. You are laughing at me. Aren't you!