I dreamt that I was about to take a shower. I started to wipe off the fixture when I felt a sting in the third finger of my right hand. looking, I found that shards of very thin glass had gotten caught in there. they were very hard to see. getting them out, I wasn't sure little bits hadn't broken off to get into the bloodstream.

I looked and there were more in the shower. I washed them and they got caught in hair catcher in the drain. I left them there, not sure of the safe thing to do.

it was a bright crisp morning over a dingy city built across a river. I was with a bunch of others and we were driving across town in two cars. I'm not sure if we had drivers. Tim was in the other car. people were urging me to drop my problem with him.

the cars reached one of the bridges and stopped. Tim and I got out and walked in the morning air, looking down at the water and water-traffic and talking. I don't know about what. he was in a nice wool shortcoat; our breath was steaming in the air. I wondered if we'd ever regain our friendship, but doubted it since out viewpoints were different.

in the background was a tower with a display like a sports scoreboard (all the little lights that effectively make a digital display).