The source of my weird dream. Aren't all dreams weird?
Last night I had my first dream that was thrift-related. I guess garage sales have been on my mind lately. Either that or it was the Irish cheddar with Guinness that I ate before bed.
In my dream, I was at some sort of rambling flea market place. I don't remember many details. I walked past a woman who looked like an aging Yulia Tymoshenko - former Prime Minister of Ukraine.
So this woman was sitting amongst her wares when I see a collection of mugs I had bought at a yard sale in the summer. I told her that they belonged to me. She didn't want to argue, so she handed them over and I took them home.
When I got home, I went to my cupboard to put them away. It was then that I discovered the one mug I had bought at the yard sale. It did not come in a set. Yes, I had stolen cups from the blond Princess Leia.
Today I found the mug that sparked this dream. It's a cute little Pioneer Village souvenir cup that Duncan drinks his hot chocolate out of. It did not come in a set.
Have you ever had a thrift-related dream? If so, please share.