On to my dream... I'm at a sci-fi convention, and Tom Baker, Four, is there on panels, and he says he doesn't feel well and would like to return to his room for a rest. I tell him that that was what Patrick said, and if he's feeling unwell, surely there's a medical professional at the con who would be more than happy to check him over and see if there's a more serious condition than mere fatigue at play. He, of course, is very obstinate (as Tom is said to be). That's really all I remember about the dream, but then in the dream I woke up and thought it prophetic perhaps. I check the news online and sure enough, Tom had died of a heart attack, and I posted on LJ about it. All that within my dream as well.
I did just check, and as far as I know, Tom is alive and well. It's strange the way dreams can take information from our daily lives and reprocess it. Well, that is really all I had.
On RL news today, I took a half-day (more like quarter-day) to be home this evening. Bob is here, and P and we are having a nice dinner, playing music, and probably sitting around a fire pit tonight.