dirty laundry

Last night I dreamed that I was hanging my laundry to dry with my old next door neighbor, the mother I used to babysit for (who I'm guessing hasn't hung laundry out to dry, um, ever). We were hanging it right next to the "California Highway" and were afraid it might blow away, so we wound it around a bunch of nails in a shack (the "California Highway Shack" I guess). The fat guy with the big hair from Lost was there, eating a picnic in the shack, along with a friend of mine who threw the superbowl party on Sunday night. I kept looking over at this other, non-shack building, right next to the highway, wondering if it was expensive or cheap, because with its proximity to the highway, it was probably really noisy. After deciding it was probably pretty cheap (and looking at it upside down) I realized that it was full of furniture that my parents would have, and I decided it was some fancy club.

And then I woke up.

I blame the crunchy beans in the bean soup.