Last night I had the strangest dream...
My suitemate Molly came into my room through the bathroom door, as she sometimes does, to ask if it was okay to use my room in an Easter egg hunt she was organizing for the dorm. She explained there was going to be a puppet show, and games, and prizes, and all manner of good fun. She explained there was still some debate as to whether there was going to be any nakedness in the festivities or not (perhaps goof eggs that required their finder to strip or some such). Sure, I said, sounds like fun. Never mind that Easter was almost a week ago, and I'm going to be cooped up in here writing thesis till my head falls off.
Next thing I know, I'm watching an old-fashioned Punch and Judy puppet show in West Dorm courtyard, occasionally thinking I should do thesis (an all-too frequent thought in my life lately), but that this was more fun, and I deserve to take a break now and then (another recurring thought).
Don't blame me, it's just my subconscious... This morning I found myself wondering when the egg hunt would be as I got up, and it was only when I remembered the puppet show that I decided it must have been a dream.