In the dream, I frequented a shop that had old stuff but mostly encyclopedias. One day after work I went there, and there were exotic instruments like a kalimba, big, jazzy recorders, and bagpipes. After playing around and generally making a mess and remembering I had no money, the owners asked me if I was going to buy them. I said I would, but would have to come back when I had money.

I rode a boogie board on wheels home, freaking out sidewalk traffic, and someone told me that if I didn't bring the money, the shop owners would break my legs.

So, I ran away to RCH, and it was the most bubblicious, love-filled homecoming I have ever witnessed with bumpy children's chorus techno marching band song. It was a best time at her treehouse world, a domain of Japanese confection and sweet affection.

Today, I had dreams about living in houses and moving in for the first time. I have a reoccuring one where I live in a house that has really low ceilings and is on the corner of a street and ranch-style.