A little peek into my psyche for you.

Last night I had a dream that my sister, Micki, and I bought a house to flip (redo and resell at a high profit). We spent the night in it for some reason, then the next morning we started looking around, to find a bathroom.

We started tearing the paper off the windows and as the light from outside flooded the room, it's great bones were becoming visible. We went upstairs then and were surprised to see that there were lots of decorative things left in those rooms.

Micki ran into one room looking at the ducky decor and walked back out quickly, laughing, saying, "Uh-oh, there's still someone sleeping in there!"

I looked around her and saw a little boy suddenly sit up in bed, looking shocked and surprised. He was a little blond boy, just a little older than Izzy. Then we saw that in the next room were his parents, also still sleeping.

We realized that these were homeless people camping out in the house. Squatters if you will.

The dream then flashed forward and the family was standing in front of us, and the little boy looked up at me so forlornly. The family then turned and left, since we were kicking them out. The little boy looked back over his shoulders at me with the saddest expression in his eyes, as he was forced to leave his home, and his cool room.

Hmm. Wonder why I dreamt that??