Odd...

My clock radio just awoke me from a dream which involved spending a night at the old, old house in Haddonfield (Redman Ave) and get-the-hell-out bar in a cavernous dining hall in the Haddonfield Middle School. I know this becuase having worked my way all the way down the hall about to get food, the fire alarm went off, and we all had to go outside. By the time I got back in, there were no carbohydrates left in dining hall. At all. Life in a house where two people are on South Beach isn't that bad. Luckily, I was woken up then, and I didn't have to dream about what I was going to eat, though it probably wouldn't have been too bad.

Also - anyone ever notice a point in dreams where you can control some things happening but not others? I think this tends to happen to me as I wake up, so the further into a dream I get, the more control I have over it. Hmm...