Dreams and alarm clocks don't mix

[marydell]

I got to sleep in this morning (ah, bliss!).  When my alarm went off at nine, I was dreaming that I had just happened upon a "Super Toys R Us," (Like a Super Target or a Super Big K), that was 8 stories tall with each floor being a different kind of toy, and I had just gotten the last parking place and was stepping into the elevator.

I decided to sleep for another hour, and promptly went back to dreaming.  This time I was living in a nice apartment building by the sea, which was a few stories deep--all underground with the top floor/entrance at sea level--and a hurricane was about to hit.

GRR. Where is my 8-story toy store, dammit?

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[asyouknow-bob.livejournal.com]

GRR. Where is my 8-story toy store, dammit?

London.

(Well, almost: Hamley's on Regent Street is six stories.)