In three days' time, it will be my 27th birthday.
I had a dream, early last year, about my next birthday party. It was
held in a suburban street, probably not far from where I lived at the time.
Everyone turned up about a block away, and until I found them,
I had thought that they weren't going to make it. They were
mostly older people, friends of the family or somesuch.
Shortly later, the party made a human-interest headline in the
local community paper; with a colour photo, two paragraphs
about it and the rest about something else; a rather depressing experience,
and one which made me decide (in the dream) that that was the last time I
would hold a party like that.
Mind you, before dreaming of the party, I (recursively) dreamt about waking
from a dream, something about receiving SMS messages on my mobile phone
from a semi-obscure movie actor.