last night:
someone handing me a bowl of cereal. i'm starving.

i hear something fall off the edge of the cabinet. i reach down between it and the wall and pull out the necklace sharyn had made for me. i'm relieved to find it undamaged.

some science-fiction fantasy adventure. i'm running from place to place trying to complete some task. a group, a small society of people inhabiting a closed, mazelike environment. we're raggedly and heroic, but the place is new and high-tech, smooth plastic walls. i'm just joining them and they're wary of me, or i've been with them for a long time and have lost my memories. i beg them to tell me about myself: what i've done, who my parents are. there's no time, and they don't quite trust me.
i'm trying to move inconspicuously through a group of seated people. as i step, one of them slips his hand up my skirt. startled and irritated, i move on. my lover is watching from the other end of the room, but he can't say anything for fear of calling attention to whatever it is i'm trying to do.

when i do wake, there's warm sunlight coming in through the window. my head is still full of pictures and feelings from the dream. i glimpse him dressed already, seated by the computer and reading a newspaper. when i wake again he's gone.