Yesterday I decided to feng shui my bedroom. (That's how I found Mr. TV Remote!) Unfortunately, I don't have a clue how to do it, so I just moved stuff until I felt more "positive energy". (Actually, it was time to move everything around so that my carpet will wear more evenly, but feng shui sounds sexier.)
For some reason, I always have really weird dreams whenever I change something about my sleeping situation. So of course, last night was a doozie. I dreamed that I was in a spaceship, and we docked at an interstellar Meijer. There's characters from sci-fi movies all over the place... klingons, jedi, random Egyptian people... I decided that I wanted to turn one of the rooms in the spaceship into an aquarium, so I bought a bunch of space-fish. (Someone made a snide comment about the fact that I hadn't checked the labels properly, and that all of my fish would probably eat each other.) Anyway, I put my fish in the room, close the door, fill it all the way to the ceiling with water, and go somewhere else for a while. I go back to the room to show somebody my "aquarium" and the carpet has soaked all the water up and all my fish are dead.
Who knows. I don't even like aquariums. Must have feng shui-ed very badly.
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