Clouded Judgement Day: Unintentional Allusions?
Two things:

Over the course of a long day of work, my glasses tend to get coated in a sort of oily sheen from all of the vapour that comes from cooking meals. It's a gradual process which ever-so-slightly fogs my vision. Because it's so gradual, I usually don't notice and I actually get used to the clouded vision. By the end of the night, I'm so used to it that if I happen to peek out the side of my glasses, the pale pinks of the spices on the shelf become bright reds. Or the dull orange brown floor tiles of the kitchen seem so much more vibrant...and dirty. Then the good mopping job I just finished turns out to be shite and I realize that I didn't wipe half the counters of the kitchen because they looked clean at the time. Sigh. If I've had a bad day, sometimes, just sometimes, I leave the glasses on. Don't tell anyone, though.

I had a pretty sweet snoozebutton dream today. A lucid dream, in fact. In it, a flaming meteor about twice the size of an average exercise ball came out of the clouds far off in the distance at my room where I was watching it through the window. The dream was so vivid that as stood there and watched it crash through my apartment, I thought, "This is not a dream because there is no way that something this real could happen in a dream."