I'm watching The Phantom Menace on television, and I notice a scene that I haven't seen before. While Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi walk into the conference room to wait for the trade federation representatives, Qui-Gon's robe is too short and I can see his trousers underneath. I don't remember seeing that before, but I think I must have just missed it.

Then, later, there's a scene where Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are walked through a beach town, and there are all kinds of signs plastered on a snack shop. The only one I remember says, "No heroin on the beach." I turn to the person that I'm with and say, "Are these bonus scenes?"

I dreamed that Bob was dying (although he had long, curly hair and looked something like Jim Morrison), then I dreamed that the husband of another journaler was dying, and she was documenting it in her journal. Then I was describing those dreams to someone else, thus the "dream within a dream."

Snogging with D, him saying, "You look nice," and me saying, "You look gorgeous!"

I was in a big hotel looking for my room. I turned down one corridor, and realized that I was going the wrong way, immediately backtracked and went down the right corridor. This dream is significant in that I often dream that I'm lost, but this time, I immediately realized I was going the wrong way, and knew the right way.

I was on the computer, looking at D's new BBS. There was a section of pictures of a gathering, captioned something like, "our last get-together." It showed several men sitting around a table with empty pizza boxes on it. D was sitting at the back of the table, lounging, rather, sitting low in a chair with a hat pulled over his eyes. I knew it was him, but it seemed obvious he was in disguise. And even though it didn't appear so, I knew that he was wearing camoflauge clothing.

From a distance, I then watched him walk down the street, carrying a leather backpack, with the hat still pulled over his eyes. I thought he was heading for a public bus, but he got into a minivan. Then I was in the back of the van, and he was in front, driving.

Someone--a man, possibly a stalker--approached the van, and was hanging on to the outside of it. D reached out and peeled the man off with one hand and flung him to the ground, then drove on. I was impressed by this display. I squeeze his shoulder in support.

My subconscious then apparently realized that he was driving from the wrong side of the vehicle, and he slid over and began driving from the right side.

Then Tracy showed up and asked me if I had any more Harry Potter books.