The Dream of my short nap of November 19

There were actually at least two dreams (at least), but I've already forgotten most of the first one. What I can tell you is that I was in a world not too dissimilar from the World of Warcraft one where I encountered some kind of boss who bore the resemblance of one of the actors on Desperate Housewives (it's a guilty pleasure, I don't listen to any boy bands or anything, so i get to watch a few bad shows on the telly), but something happened in-game and he completely changed his appearance. This time to something more like what you'd expect from a boss in a computer game.
Suddenly, I guess I was outside the game and the game was no longer a game but that television show we don't need to mention the name of again. I was on the phone with my mum and I mentioned that he'd changed appearances and asked if she thought that actor would still be on the show. She said no, and I said something along the lines of "too bad, I quite liked him".

Then I don't remember any more from that dream, but I did wake up and walk to my desk to do something, I think I got a text or something. Anyway, I know I was awake and that I wasn't wearing my glasses. You'll know why that's important in a bit.

Next dream. I'm in Chicago. I think I'm in Grant Park, where Obama held his speech after the election, I've never been to that particular park, but after the awesomeness that was the three King Crimson gigs Kit and I went to there in August, I'm somewhat familiar with the city itself. I'm there with some fictional friends and the first thing I'm aware of is that I complain that I didn't want to go to "this thing". Clearly, they ask me why I came then, since I'm not one to do things just because my friends are doing them. I said that I only went because I love Chicago. Which is true enough. So what exactly are we doing? We're going to some kind of a launch for an Apple product. And the place is full of Apple "enthusiasts" (I use that word instead of "OMGOMGOMG FANBOYS AND FANGIRLS", which is the expression I'd prefer to use). It was just scary. Steve Jobs is on a huge stage holding up this thing that looks like a little video camera but according to him is "so much more than a video camera". And the crowd is what you'd expect from a really, really psychotic, religious cult. So, just your typical mac-users.
The launch thing ends and for some reason the security guards are supposed to escort Jobs through the crowd to the other side of the park thing. And I manage to get in their way or really close to them no matter where I move. When we're at the exit at the back of the park I suddenly realise that I've lost my glasses and I can't see anything. I start looking around for them, and since this is a dream I spot them from about ten metres away (whereas normally, one metre would make it challenging). Only, as I approach I begin to realize that these aren't my glasses, but a really odd pair. I'm so disappointed that I can't remember the shape of the frames, because I do remember that they looked really cool. I find a female guard who's also wearing glasses and I've no idea why, but I ask her if they're hers. They aren't (d'uh). Then I ask if they might belong to Jobs (despite knowing that he was wearing a different pair as he left the park just before. Note that I have no idea what he looks like of if he wears glasses IRL), and I don't remember what she says, but I do remember that, again, Jobs turns up just where I am, still escorted by five huge security guards. He's wearing his glasses. And then I wake up.

So, clearly the not seeing thing stems from waking up and walking around my room without my glasses on. The Apple thing probably relates to a PM conversation I've been having with a new-found friend on the Frost* forum, who made a point of telling me that his phone is not an iPhone (and I hadn't even asked!). Clearly, my respect for him inreased when he said that.
I'm running out of cheese now so I must hurry to the shop and buy a new piece. A piece of cheese? That doesn't sound right. Might have to get me some chocolate fingers too... I really shouldn't though, the scale was mean to me today again. Argh, enough of this, off I go.