Went out for dinner last night at Cock and Tails. It was great. Small place, with live music. I'd like to go again.

Last night I dreamed of a burning building. It was some kind of apartment complex with multiple living units, each with large glass windows. The fire was on the roof of the building, and slowly making its way downwards. I was running around it trying to help people get out. Some of them did, but a lot of them remained inside because they refused to believe there was a fire. In my dream, I was hurling large objects at the windows to try to smash the glass and drag the people out before the fire reached them. I cut myself pretty badly on my left arm and hand dragging people out through the windows. My friend Page was there too, and she insisted I patch myself up before I went back to try again, so I did. I remember feeling in that moment that I was possibly going to get myself killed trying to help people who didn't want to be helped. 

Tonight, I'll try to dream of puppies.