Writing: Still plugging away. I'd meant to write last night, but I was so tired I went to bed before 9. At least I got a (mostly) solid 7 and a half hours. The way my schedule is, I'm going to have to finish fixing the story tonight or miss tomorrow's deadline.
Dreams: I had some "group on the run" dream. I don't recall much except that I was in a group of college-friends (we all seemed to be in our twenties). We were running around the periphery of a large institutional building -- it might have been on a university campus, or it might have been part of my folks' old church. We'd snuck into a room to retrieve some stuff (we'd been there in the dream earlier). If we needed to make a break for it, we were to re-group by the old train engine (which I'd borrowed from the Corvallis Avery Park). The last thing I remember from the dream was a door cracking open and a device which was two black spheres stuck together with a red LED at the business end being poked into the door (it was a stun gun or smoke grenade or something).
Then the cat was batting my chin to wake me up.