Dreamed about bead making this morning. In the dream I messed up playing with someone else's work, and eventually had to make it up to one of Mitcheal's friends (someone I hadn't met before). It wasn't a nightmare. The bulk of it was shiny glass, hot torch, pretty colors, the smell of propane, with a little embarassment juggling thrown in.
There is an extra in the choir in the movie Napoleon Dynomite, of all things... I don't think there are many people out there that look like me. This is a good thing :)