I dreamed that I was in Japan and a volcano erupted, but instead of pyroclastic flow, mist came pouring out. Well, then there was a second volcano, and lava came out of that one, but where was the ash? Where was the smoke? 

We walked west, but the pathway dropped into a staircase that descended into more mist. So Justin and I escaped north via kayak.  

Tomorrow I have a PPE workshop, followed by 1+ pounds of chicken wings with my name on them.