Last night (after school) K-girl had us smell her water bottle. I didn't get enough of a whiff to be sure, but it smelled a little weird, I thought it might be the bottle. She told people it smelled like over-chlorinated pool water and people shouldn't drink the water from the fountain in the school.

Boy said it smelled it glue.

This smorning, water from the upstairs sink had a weird smell to it, kind of half gasoline, half glue- I should run some more water somewhere else, see if it's the same.

Dreams. yeah, weird dreams- In a place like an industrial kitchen, a smallish man was helplessly protesting from a pile of ashes as he was being closed inside a huge institutional stove. The place was noisy, lots of people were moving in and out- when there was a lull in the noise everybody could hear the man inside protesting that he done nothing to be murdered like this. Most of the people in the kitchen quietly whispered their questions to each other, people who seemed to know what was going on whispered back and the questioners stiffened, looked worried and did nothing. One small asian woman heard the pleas for help and maybe she didn't know the ins and outs of who to talk to about these matters, she went to somebody who began to do something. this person was approached by one of the others who whispered something in his ear and he looked scornfully at the woman who had asked for his help in saving the person who was about to be roasted alive in the oven. I came in in a uniform, heard the noise and pointed a pistol at the cook, told him to open the oven and let the man go. The cook looked terrified and looked to the others for reinforcement  or something. Somebody told me that the man would be my slave from then on because I had saved his life- The woman who had tried to save the guy looked confused and frightened.
As I was waking up from this dream, Domino slammed into something behind the chair I was sleeping in. I was afraid he pounced on something and might have hurt himself. I called his name and asked if he  was okay as he walked away.

Next dream. Maybe the same asian woman was taking videos at a resort hotel. One snarr youngish woman demanded she take videos of herself in her bed with her husband and somebody else beneath the blanket at the snarr woman's crotch. The snarr woman then whipped the blankets back to reveal that the video camera woman's young husband was the lump under the blankets and he was happily engaged in the act.
The snarr woman was then barking something derisive at the video woman, as the vid woman tried to escape without a complete loss of dignity. I saw her on the stairs, said I didn't know what was going on but if she wanted my help we may be able to reverse the tides in this bit of snarr. I told her that if she wanted to pretend she was having an affair with me, just let me know so I wouldn't deny that to the wrong persons. she tried not to sniff audibly and asked if I could do her banking for her, she needed a three dollar and a fifty dollar check or money order, but didn't think she could maintain her composure in the bank. I said okay. There were two lines instead of one inside the bank and as people ahead of me tried to merge the lines a bank official stopped them and explained that they were trying to be fair, that there would be a line for men and a line for women and that they would call one woman after every two men. In the confusion, several line jumpers (men) walked in and or moved up so they would be near the front of the men's line. I was trying to disguise my voice as I composed a message, "If you have jumped ahead in line, this is your opportunity to move back to your original place before we have to throw you out and tell you to come back at another time." That must have worked, because I was suddenly number 2 in line. Then the man in front of me went up and  then two clerks escorted a short young fattish youth from the business area of the bank and shouted something at him. He turned around and ran up behind one of them and slapped or punched him in the back and started running for the door. He faced me as I was the only one standing between him and his easy gettaway- I was maneuvering so I could block him or trip him or something, I couldn't see anything happening  behind him  where the  clerks and all that were.  That's when I woke up.

like I said, Weird-

But we might get to see Mikey Piazza in the playoffs?

Yup. Weird. Definitely weird. And the dreams were too.


(lol I know nothing about baseball)