Well, I finally remembered enough of last night's dream to warrant writing something about it. I'm not sure why I thought it was about This Old House... I was in this mall (which is probably why I was remembering this one weird mall dream I had about a month ago) and there were a lot of flower shops. My mom was there with me, and we went behind this one shop where there was a giant open field (for lack of a better word) of rocks that looked kind of volcanic. There was a large system of caves underneath (they looked a lot like the cave everyone went into in Pirates of the Caribbean). We went underneath and wandered around a bit, and when I came out again I was next to this little white building owned by a strange old man (let's pretend it's Bob Villa). I wandered around and felt lost, and I had to ask him if there was an ATM around so I could go back into the cave, but I didn't have my checkbook so I couldn't use it. I tried to use a blank piece of paper, but it wouldn't work, so I got really frustrated. That makes no sense, but it's what happened!

Argh, people are driving me nuts and making it impossible to write! I want my peaches and pears on recycled popsicle sticks to freeze now! Hey, don't look at me like I'm insane!!
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