dream

Can't explain why, but lately I haven't wanted to reveal the goings on in my mind on this blog anymore, but dreams don't count, so here is a snip-pit of the dream I had last night:

I was in an oversized house that had a warehouse sized floor of large bins and short aisles of antiques. In that store I wandered in a state of blissful hysteria through the rows of items, pointing at the things that caught my eye, but I was painfully aware of a time constraint that kept me constantly walking through looking at everything, never having time to really stop and inspect the items.

In any case, within that rushed sensation I stopped upon a little old dollhouse that had little white rectangular price stickers on each of the tiny furniture items inside of it. "How darling!" I thought, that even the tiny furniture in the dollhouse was considered antique and of individual value. Then I squinted closely to see the prices and was a bit nonplussed at how overpriced they all were. Then I noted a little clock on the wall that was just a circular paper cutout with the numbers penciled in and that it was priced at $9.22 and this outraged me. I peeled the phony paper clock off the wall and took it to the register to complain and a small shouting match between the overseer of the store and I ensued. He tried to justify the price by stating the fact that whoever made that paper and pressed lead clock had made it long ago when they owned the dollhouse, and that therefore due to the time-period it was made in, it was considered an antique drawing, rendering it a valuable item.