The sky is falling!

Our barbeque was really good last night. Everyone had a good time, and we didn't poison anyone with the reggae reggae chicken, although our neighbour S found it a bit too spicy. It was lovely to have guests round, and I love to feed people, so it was a great day for me.

At the moment, I seem to keep having dreams where the world is ending. A few days ago, it was something along the lines of 28 Days Later, where most of the population was dead, and I was in a cafe I used to work in remembering when I used to work there. Of course, being a dream, the cafe wasn't the one I worked in as a teenager in real life, and the memories were nothing like my real memories.

Then this morning I had a dream that I was some kind of James Bond spy type person, and my Mum was trying to kill me along with some accomplices. She was chasing me through a cross between a museum/swimming pool/Bangor University Biology Building, and I managed to escape. As I was walking away from that building, I passed a classroom, where the teacher and lab assistants had been doing some sort of genetic experiment. The resultant baby creatures were just changing into some mad dinosaur type horror monsters, and the adults were removing the creatures before the students could see them. The last monster changed before they could move it, and it was going to attack everyone, then I woke up.

I think I may need therapy...