Went back to sleep, and dreamed again, of trying to call on the cell phone... I was calling, but not connecting, and when I finally did connect, it was Darkside's father. He said that they were in the process of moving to California, and in fact he was in California at the moment, and the caller ID didn't pick up his number, and they'd be completely moved within the week, and the number I'd called would stop working....

I dreamed of going shopping, of ash falling from the sky, of a little budgie store in Washington Plaza back home, of the Metro bus system setting up down Airport Road, of going on a marathon shopping trip and stopping in at a place where Darkside worked...

It was a humiliation-and-Murphy dream... I went into the bathroom, and the bathroom stall evidently opened on its own. Also, the bathroom stalls were in full view of a line forming, and Darkside was in that line. The stall door opened, and he saw me (didn't see any bits, just saw me in there) and there were several double-takes before he confirmed that yes, it was me, and he came over. We talked through the door, and he told me about the moving and how horribly busy he was, and I petted him, and he teased me without mercy, but somewhere in there I didn't get his new number... I woke up before I was able to call back and ask for his new number.