An Odd Dream

What is it about Sunday afternoons that make me want to sleep? It doesn’t matter if I’d gotten enough sleep the previous night before or not, I always get the impulse to sleep on Sunday afternoons. (Although they did steal an hour of sleep from me last night, which may be why I felt even more inclined to nap than usual.)

I had an odd dream. I think I was at a shoe store. There was this little tray where you could donate money on the counter. It said, “For just eight dollars, you can help someone get divorced today!” In the dream I stared at the tray for quite some time. “Huh”, I said, as though I were deeply pondering. The girl at the counter looked annoyed. Then I said, “I wonder what would happen if I put eight dollars on that tray right now. Someone’s life would change. Would it be better? Would it be worse? Who knows?” Finally, I said, “But I’m not going to do that.”

And then I went looking through all my old shoes, trying to find a pair in good enough condition to sell to the shoe store. Apparently they also bought used shoes there.  What an odd dream.

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