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Surgery went well - was in an out in under an hour, remember nothing. new_man got me home and some food and then I slept the afternoon away. Got up and had dinner with him and mermaidlady, tottered home and went back to sleep.

A little ticked that they waited until after the fact to present me with a bill that I put on my credit card. I would have preferred the bill to be presented not-under-anasthetsia haze. I know it's valid, and my insurance does not pay for implants, but it just felt a bit icky somehow. The bill is not a small one.

Happily, woke up slept out Saturday morning. Read 1/2 of the last chapter of homework, and spent the better part of the day working on a new Burlesque dress - the Folkwear Flamenco dress with has a huge amount of yardage consumed by many fabulous ruffles. Whee! Had a lovely brunch and then a lovely dinner with mermaidlady. Brunch was a jaunt to the South End. Dinner was super-yummy gourmet mac-n-cheese, which was potentially even more bad for you than regular mac-n-cheese. Bacon, bacon drippings, cheese, 6 cups of whole milk, more cheese, macaroni and add some more cheese. Yum!

Finished my reading, so now I just have to study today. Went to sleep and had a horrible dream about demons. Dreamt that I was in a shared living situation (?hotel?) with 6 people spread out over 5 or 6 beds - most folks were couples, so we had a few more beds than people. I went to bed after most folks and the bed I chose was thumping, like a hear beating. I freaked out and started praying, and the thumping subsided. But when I left of praying, it would continue. I moved to another bed. But some folks were up and I warned them, but they mocked me for being scared and superstitious.

The dream went on, with various scary demonic encounters and some people believing me and us working on a solution, while others mocked us. Finally it culminated with another couple arriving unnoticed, and the female of the couple running in and screaming that her lover/boyfriend/husband had been sucked into Hell via the original throbbing bed. Then everyone was pretty much scared shitless. And we were utterly at a lost as to how to get the guy back...

I woke up about here, to my comfortable home, and non-demonic bed. I can't think of any place I feel more secure and free of bad things. But the creepiness of the dream has stayed with me. It seems laughable in the morning light, but it was pretty scary. I've had a couple bad dreams of late, no one subject I can figure to pin it to. This is the first demonic dream.