Shopping Cart Dreams

Gosh, I'm so tired and I don't really know why. Probably because I'm having these crazy ass fucking dreams and because it's the season where the lawn people like to wake me up before noon on a Saturday (seriously, it never fails - whatever day I have to sleep in, they'll be here). Have I mentioned that I'm looking forward to living on the top floor of 6 story building where there is NO lawn and NO lawnmowers and NO weedwhackers? Because I really really am. And OH MY GOD, 18 days until I move. Eep! I'll sign the lease on Tuesday and call the apropriate places to have the whatnots hooked up - electricity and high-speed internet *preens*. And, not that I can really afford much, I can't wait to start shopping for stuff for the bathroom and kitchen. And don't worry - I'm hoping to get in and take some pics this week and get some measurements. Plus, if I remember correctly there's one wall that I'm envisionaing a new collage project I want to start.

( Anyway, the crazy ass dream I had not more than two hours ago: )

But, just like the last dream I posted, I think I've analyzed this one, at least minimally. God damn my brain is fucked up sometimes.