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!!
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!!