mlle ghoul's fairy tales from the shadows

(image via fox and the Girl… by ~mala-lesbia)

My dreams have been remarkably vivid in between presses of the “snooze” button lately.  This morning:

• had a tea party with my sister and our pets and someone I’ve never met before and have corresponded with only marginally with via email.  After the party she handed both my sister and I checks for $275, along with a page of notes on how to enhance our business image for when we become small business owners.  I want to write this person a note and faux-thank them for the advice (which was “don’t name your shop ‘Monkey Boy’ “), but again…I don’t know her all that well, and I don’t know if she has a sense of humor.  She’s seems sort of prickly.
• taking notes for my boss on an important business deal we are closing on, and walking out of the room as soon as his back is turned.  I am then in my childhood home, vacuuming the floor, but the vacuum is clogged with so much cat hair that it actually looks like a cat.