Last night I dreampt that I had just moved into a little apartment with another woman, put all of my belongings away, and felt at home when all of a sudden, I heard marching outside our door and Darth Vader and his army were coming to take over the land. My landlord was a sweet hippy woman who wanted to create a compound of creative, like minded people and her husband wanted it to be run by people that would take over and control the land and control the people. In the end, he won. He was on the dark side. 

We had an hour to move out and find a new place to live. We had no idea where to go until it dawned on me that I could move back home to my parents house where they welcomed me with open arms.

I remember walking down Chambers road and the on coming traffic consisted of running camels and space ships and soldiers coming at me fast. I dodged them, pulling my wagon with my belongings. 

What a bizarre yet entertaining dream. One of the things I remember was that I loved the fact that I could get packed in an hour to leave. I didn’t hold onto a bunch of material possessions.