OK.. since my last blog was such a downer, I'm going to post about more dreams I had.

1) I showed up at this huge old house, prepared to move in, but there were these college-aged girls there. I got the vibe that I was just going to be using the house temporarily -- like maybe I was house sitting or something -- and these girls were totally against the idea. The girls were spoiled and selfish and reminded me a lot like Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie. The house itself wasn't that spectacular. It was old and dark and had a bunch of oddly sized and shaped rooms. The place was full of mismatched furniture -- old and new -- and a lot of knick knacks. I didn't like the decor at all. People kept coming and going and the girls reminded me that they had a key to the place and would be in and out frequently. The girls had a habit of leaving the doors to the outside open and it made me mad because I was worried that Molly would get outside and I kept telling the girls to please try to remember to close the doors but they'd just laugh. So, I was constantly running around trying to find Molly, worried that she got outside. There was no place for me to put Molly because none of the rooms had doors on them. At one point, I was very frustrated that the girls had a constant stream of people coming and going and disrupting my life. I felt trapped, and worried, and anxious. I woke up before the dream reached any kind of resolution.

2) In this dream, I had just moved into a rented house (probably the beach house, but different) and was settling in when this group of construction workers showed up and announced that they were going to be doing renovations on the place, per the owner. I told them that I was renting the place and they said that they knew it but that the owner wanted the renovations done before tourist season and it meant that I'd have to deal with them. They were going to be doing a total renovation, including demolition of the kitchen and they were knocking out a wall to add on a room. I asked, "Where am I supposed to live? What am I going to do?" They didn't care. So, I kept trying to stop them -- like blocking them, or moving their tools or getting in their way so that they couldn't do anything. One of the guys got really mad and threatened to have me thrown in jail. So, I called someone to complain and the person just started laughing at me. I woke up.

3) I was in this huge massive enormous walk-in closet of sorts -- all dark wood, with drawers and shelves, and built-in storage. I was going through the drawers, sorting old clothing, and each item I would pull out would be something of value. Original designers.Old-name designers.Circa 1950s/60s designers.I was getting really excited about my "discovery" because I had a feeling that the stuff I found was worth way more than the "old clothing" I was told it was. Then, I opened this old-fashioned green purse -- it was one of those kind that have that ball/clasp latch on top instead of a zipper or snap. Inside, I found a red leather wallet. Inside the wallet, I found old photos, receipts, ticket stubs... and money. Several old $100 bills. I opened another drawer and found another purse, and this one had a woman's handkerchief, some red lipstick, a bottle of really old stinky perfume and a small coin purse with wadded up money in it.I became incredibly obsessed with opening as many purses as I could and I had all of this stuff scattered all around me on the floor-- hair combs, barrettes, scraps of paper, scarves, etc. Things people would have carried in their purses 50 or 60 years ago. Things we don't carry today. Little pill boxes. Little tins of mints. Things I used to find in my mom and grandma's purse when I was a kid. I had a nice stack of cash, too. I was excited with my discovery but also concerned because I was doing the sorting for someone else and felt guilty about wanting to keep my found objects. I was torn because I had been "hired" to just sort the items and no one said anything about what I could do if I found something other than clothing to sort. And another part of me thought that if it had been in storage all of this time, no one was going to miss the money or things I found. I woke up before this one could be resolved.