Last night I dreamt that I was at a beach, and there was this very small hut thing for getting changed in, and I was in there getting changed back into my clothes. There were these mice in the hut, and they kept biting my hands and wouldn't let go, so I took them and threw them in a sort of small river. Then I felt very guilty and had to go and fish them out again. I'm sure this is deeply symbolic of something, but I don't know what.
In other news, I am reading the Silmarillion very slowly, because I keep losing track of who people are. Either ten people have more or less the same name, or one person has about five different names, and I forget which names belong to valar or to elves or to trees.