This morning I dreamt that I'd just met someone, and we'd wandered around a bit together, then decided to part for the evening, only to find I'd left my rucksack in the cafe. There followed an unpleasant sequence where I was trying (and failing) to find my rucksack while trying to arrange to see the someone again while all the while my friends kept phoning me again and again to ask what time a film was on, check the arrangements, ask me about ticket prices and generally provide a bunch of information they could have just googled for. Much as it's nice to be dreaming again and much as I welcome it as a return to some semblance of normality after the insanity of the last couple of months, when my subconscious gets this tediously transparent it's just taking the piss. On the other hand, it beats the hell out of dreaming about a suitcase nuke in a Northern town.
Remember all that hobbit-nonsense? Some people are still at it: the cast of Lord of the Rings play Truth or Dare. Well, *I* laughed.
I also laughed when "simon-pure", "hauteur" and "muddleheadedness" came up as today's words of the day. Private joke.