I don't know how it all ended, because I woke up and the dream didn't get to reach a conclusion. Yvette at work, when I was telling her about this, suggested that I did dream the end of the dream, and that this point was where the space station was destroyed and we all died. Happy thought.
So yeah, that was a creepy dream. Otherwise, my weekend was quite good. Today was less good, but I suppose that that is hardly surprising, as it was a Monday at work. Also, for some unknown reason, I was on the verge of falling asleep all day. I was barely there. My response time to questions was incredible slow, which is a bad situation for someone whose job is to answer the telephone. I have big plans for this evening, though. I plan to sit on my butt and watch TV. Woo! Now that's living.