Birthday shoutouts to...

gmjambear and rfmcdpei. Many happy returns of the day.

Last dream of the night.

I was sitting with some friends and watching the harbor (in some unspecified city) and the sky. A plane flew in and landed on the water. Somehow my friend David got off it and started on his way home. He was on a skateboard, I think. I saw him glide by and started following him on my own half skateboard. We caught up and chatted for a while, then I followed him down a very long hill, got off my half skateboard and looked at it, then we went into a cemetery. There were various things going on there; there was a Jewish funeral and I crossed myself as I passed them (out of respect, not mockery). We went on to various parts of the cemetery, and then ended up going into a basement. David had by now changed himself into another friend (or been replaced by one) and we ended up having to be boosted up into a room that was quite close and warm. It was a wreck, really, with a group of people in it presided over by an elderly guy who insisted we eat. He handed us a tray of what looked like potato skins, and we both looked at each other, not wanting to eat them, but not having much choice. So we kind of tipped them up and ate the potato that was contained in them, sliding it into our mouths like an oyster. At that point that alarm was about to go off and I woke up, disliking the dream intensely and vowing not to go back to sleep until I could ignore this one. Curse you, beta blocker!