Some dreams:

• Something about fizz and a train.
• I was visiting some Apple store in Fitchburg. Maybe Andrea had brought me there. I left the store and walked along some different roads, and eventually I think I came back to the store to meet someone.
• I was in the green bedroom, and Fizz had been visiting, and maybe he was still there. I had a strange looking white scab on my hand, and I picked at it and realized there was some kind of worm under my skin and I managed to pick it out. There were a few more of them and I picked those out, too. One of them was really huge, like the size of a golf ball.
• I was a truck driver, and I was driving west on the beltline. Someone wanted me to go faster, so I decided to just go as fast as I could. I went under a bridge and then the truck became my car. I came to an intersection where you'd stop at a stoplight, go under an overpass, then stop at another stoplight. I turned left after that second stoplight and then turned right into a Michael's Frozen Custard parking lot and parked. I was waiting in line for the checker to check someone out I wrote "most things are 2$" in pen on the side of the hamburger I was buying, but by the time I got to the front of the line I was getting something else. The building was divided into 2 rooms, with the checkout lane down the middle of the building on the 'store' side, where there was lots of different food to choose from. I went through a doorway into a room full of cafeteria tables with a group about to go skiing on a hill nearby. The wall on the other side of the room from the doorway had lots of buckets of different ice cream. One of them was some purple flavor called 'purple ice', and I thought it would be cool if I said "Purpah Eisss" in this deep accenty voice like the commercial, but nobody sitting near me seemed impressed, and some of them seemed offended, like they thought I was being racist.