Less complicated dream this time, about someone coming over and insisting on helping me clean my house, chasing me off to bed when I tired, helping me position buckets under even more leaks than my roof has currently ... and at some point a trip to a children's soccer game where one child defied physics (he flew ... he leapt in the air to trap the ball, then zigged and zagged to avoid other players before landing again), and his mother revealing in later conversation that he did other fancy stunts as well. Some of the cast of The West Wing suddenly became part of the dream while I was looking for my camcorder (which I don't own in real life), and I woke up while I was unplugging a VCR to take outside to use with the video camera that I do own.
During the dream, I wrote this (actually, in the dream I even posted it to LiveJournal; I remember typing it in):
Garbage bags piled on the corner
Shaped like a couger, hunched
Watching the street for passing prey
(no subject)
(no subject)