It's a world of fun, it's a world of fun....

Had an odd dream last night and am happy to share it with others...

On my way to work, there is a new neighborhood I pass each day. It is filled with horrible cheap housing (Not just the price, but the way they are made). These homes are ALL vinyl siding, except the front which is nice brick.

It is a horrible looking way for a contractor to save thousands of bucks while still charging a high amount for the home. But last night I had a dream that Larissa and I moved into one.

I have vivid memories of trying to find a place to park my truck so it didn't get muddy. Odd thing was that I was packing things up and taking them OUT of the house rather than putting them in.

I think this may have to do with the fact that the house was fully furnished. However, all the furnishing were horrible, 1970s retro furnishing.

All the carpet was light blue shag. All the decor was tacky. There were hanging lamps everywhere. But the master bathroom was nice (Although it was in dark blue and yellow tile).

On either side of the furnished king sized bed were two columns that stopped about 2 feet from the ceiling. On top of each one was a large doll, the kind used for decoration. Josh was sitting on our bed as Larissa and I were unpacking. I said to him "Oh no, there are dolls in here" and he laughed and started to act like a robot and singing the "It's a small world after all" song. But he sang it like I do... by making up the words... I just say "It's a world of fun, it's a world of fun..." and so on throughout the song.

Neither that ride nor the song nor the characters on the ride scare me, but when he started singing this song, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest asking him to stop and I stared sobbing uncontrollably. He stopped and looked at Larissa like I was mental, but she of course understood that I hate dolls.

Then I woke up...

Im tearing up now typing this...