The two old men were still expressing an interest in the place, and I hemmed and hawed, realizing that I didn't want to sell it. The girls were bopping around, acting perfectly at home, and I knew it would be a mistake to leave. I looked down and I was holding a baby. Whenever I dream about the baby the Pirate and I don't have, it's always a boy, and this was no exception. This baby was about six months old, tiny and squirming. He was dressed only in a diaper and was grabbing my thumb and trying to wrap my arms more tightly around him because he was cold. And over and over, the baby kept saying "Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" as though exhorting me to be more giving. I took it as an admonishment. And when I woke up, I decided I wasn't mad anymore and snuggled up closer.
At the beginning of last night's dream, I was on a long trip. I had gone to Europe or something, and my plane was late because it had to stop in Hawaii to refuel. I got back home and had to go immediately from the airport to work. I was walking along some car-related structure (a parking structure? a freeway offramp?) carrying my stuff.
When I got into work, they were having a big party in a room that looked like a movie theater. Everyone was standing in the aisles while a movie played on the screen and people had dumped their stuff on all the seats. I put my coat and boots on a seat, and Peaches' boots. Then the Baby Goddess' boots. And the Pirate's. And all of our jackets. But, as I went back looking for my people and our stuff, I realized that we weren't in a theater, but on a houseboat. I had passed out in the middle of the floor and woke to find us at the end of some company vacation. Everyone else was gone, and as I was wandering from room to room looking for my husband and my things, someone standing behind me started nuzzling my face. Thinking that it was my husband, I leaned into this person. I realized that it was my old grandboss (who's fully a foot and a half shorter than my husband - hard to mistake if I'd actually seen him) and we both jumped. I told him I was looking for my things, and he said that since everyone else was gone, they shouldn't be hard to find.
I got my stuff together and started driving home. "Home" in this dream was the house where I grew up in Tempe, Arizona. I was driving slowly down the street, which was choked with firetrucks and people staring at the burned-out houses. I was freaked out, remembering that alleahna (who, in the dream, lived kittycorner from me) was telling me that her neighbors kept accidentally setting fire to their kitchen and she was really worried about it. Four houses down, one side of that house was burned. The whole front of the next one was burned, and the one next to that looked the same, but a little worse. Then came alleahna's next-door neighbor's house, which was completely burned to the ground. And then alleahna's house, which was almost as bad. I just wanted to cry, worrying that she and her husband might have been inside.
Then I remembered that they had a vacation house a few miles away near the river. I called her and she and her husband were there. She was really upset because they'd lost all their stuff, but mostly sounded just shaken up and in shock. I was still consoling her and planning how to help get them back on their feet when my alarm went off.