|06:16 pm - 'First we win the war, then we clean up the kitchen'|
Which was essentially my lie-in dream this morning. The war was something vague happening outside the space station(?) we were in, because I was on the lower level dealing with the daycare kids. But then the war was won and we needed to tidy up the left-over supplies in the gleaming chrome kitchen, which happily involved disposing of many small cakes and pastries. And all the people on the station were women, except one male daycare assistant who wore a quilt wrapped around him like a kind of bulky dhoti, and pooped in it so we had to clean him up, which was annoying. But one of the staff was definitely Riza Hawkeye and one probably Nora Jemisin, and it was a very nice dream to wake up from.