I don't usually have time to remember my dreams this day, even if I am woken up at a point where I could remember them. But by some chance I remembered this one, or rather three mini-dreams.
1. It was still my birthday, and some friends (I think grad school people) were having a party for me. Party things were set up in a work area and I sat down at a table for a minute. I was tired, and fell asleep with my head on the table. When I woke up, it was hours later and the party was over, and no one had woken me up for it. I missed the whole thing!
2. We had a garage that adjoined that of our new next-door neighbors, whom I met. The husband was a small wiry blond man in his 50s or 60s, and told me that his name was Göran Visnjic (Not, apparently, to be confused with Goran Višnjić, the actor of Practical Magic fame--at least, that's why I know of him), and they were from Denmark. I guess my subconscious thinks that Göran is a Danish name. Anyway, he offered me some Parma ham and said it was a traditional Danish food. I ate some out of politeness, but felt revulsion because I really dislike meats that are not cooked. Blluugghh. Anyway, he said that there was some kind of Scandinavian association in town, and that I was welcome to join them some time. I said I'd be glad to, which I was, until he told me that they'd basically be eating all kinds of cured (but not cooked) meats.
3. I had Limelet with me, and was climbing some giant iron stairs like a fire escape (but on a bigger scale). There was a supervillain after us. His power was this super-stretchy candy cane, which he was throwing after us like a fishing line in an attempt to hook Limelet. Instead, I caught the hook myself and used the candy cane to throw the supervillain really far.