The weekend was definitely interesting. Woke up late and had a quick brunch. Vegged about the place and then went to the London game where I fell into SOOOOOOOOOOOO much poo that I'm sure even Charlotte would be envious. Unfortunately towards the end of the game I became ill. No idea what the cause was, but I felt vile the whole trip home.
Staggered into bed and slept through until about 5pm, only waking up to go to the loo and get some water. During the extended period of sleep I had the most b'zzare fever induced dream (i'll detail that at the bottom).
Watched telly for a bit, but felt too tired to stay up late and eventually went back to bed. Woke up feeling better, so went to work. As I left I noticed that my front door was open. Major brown trousers moment. I must have not shut it properly when I'd got home on Saturday.
I'm at some kind of magic academy. The entire school is going on a trip somewhere. The headmaster does a really big showy magical spell involving turning all the gold goblets and plates into silver and then everyone vanishes. Except me - I'm obviously not going. I'm left behind, forging a sword. There's a couple of other people left behind. I test the sword out by stabbing one of these people in the eyes...or rather eye. The person has one thin black eye across their face. When I pull the sword out, the blade has gone. They explain it's something to do with mazes *boggle*.
The dream then switches to a cruise liner. I'm a kid now. There is this other kid who is getting bullied. I teach him how to case fireballs, which b'zzarely involves mixing ash and milk. Except the kid, being untrained in such things, gets out of control and soon has a REALLY big fireball. So big that it'd destroy the solar system if it went off. I then spend several hours trying to diffuse the problem.
There was probably more, but I can't remember it now...