(Note that I'm not going to detail the dreams -- I don't want to share that much of the escapades of my twisted psyche.)
Now I've gotten a lot of work done, and found out that I didn't miss class on Tues morning, since the prof decided he wasn't braving the snow either. And I've got a while before dance, so I think I might find a corner for a nap. So it's been a good, productive, day, mostly.
I think my subconscious just needs to be slapped.