unsatisfying fragments

the following from the last two nights:

a) there was a teeny transparent mouse in my house
b) i had plantars warts all over my feet (i checked today, unsure if i was dreaming)
c) i saw my old grocery manager, which made me happy

the next from an hour-long post-hoth nap:

i was somewhere and morrissey was also there. he was at a table with some little colortful clippings of paper. i asked him if i could borrow his scissors, to which he replied that yes i could, but to please stick to paper and string and could i please not cut pennies and such. these scissors were wacky and cut differently than normal scissors. i have no idea what i cut. then morrissey called come woman and told her that he was sorry to have to tell her, but her husband had died.