Friday night I had a dream that a dozen or so people came into my place (which looked nothing like my real condo), claiming to be there for a party. They were all young, in their mid-20s, and at least one of the women claimed to know me, but I didn't recognize any of them. I was insisting they had to leave, they weren't supposed to be there, and then I was interrupted by a phone call. In the dream, it was around 2 AM (in reality, I didn't actually get to bed until around 3 AM), but the phone call was someone from the health insurance company, calling about my application - or perhaps it was the IRS about Go Play NW's application for tax-exempt status, I can't remember now. Somehow, because I was on the phone, I started talking about my iPhone, I think with someone else at my place but maybe with the person on the other end of the call. But the phone kept changing - I was on my iPhone, then suddenly it was much bigger than it should be, then suddenly it wasn't my iPhone after all, it was some other weird combination handset. That dream drifted off into nothingness.

Saturday night I had a dream that started out in some kind of classroom setting, though unusually for such dreams it wasn't anything specific like back at Thomas More College. I had to check my iPhone for some reason - and it was specifically my iPhone - and someone else in the class was interested in the iPhone and asked me to show it to them for a bit. Then there was a very beautiful woman whose left knee was bothering her, and she wanted me to massage the back of it. This let me sit with an arm around her for a while, all cozy, but then she had to leave to do something. And then I realized my iPhone was gone! Missing! It wasn't in my pocket any more and I didn't know where it was. I was sure no one could've taken it out of my pocket without my noticing, but I couldn't remember whether I'd left it out somewhere, and I thought someone - maybe the person who'd asked about it earlier - had taken it. I was pretty frantic - I'd spent all that money on the phone, and it had all my contacts in it that someone could misuse. I think I sort of woke up and realized that it was just a dream, but I know that realization was worked into part of a later dream, when I checked and found my iPhone was in my pocket after all, although in some kind of protective sleeve that I don't actually have.