March 4, 2009

Last night I dreamt that my parents were buying a house in St. George. They were trying to decided between two different houses. They had the same floor plan, but different views. One was a the bottom of the hill and had a gorgeous view of the mountain, and the other had a view of the city. Even though they were not connected at all you had to take an elevator to get to the one on the hill. They were painting on the first 3 floors, and so I got paint all over my sweater. The people who were painting were some people that I was in high school yearbook with. I also was trying to get a recommendation for a job from the yearbook teacher, and was working on getting some sort of internship with the yearbook again in order to get the recommendation.