Strange how the most random things you do during the day remind you of what you dream about the night before. I was walking to the mall for lunch and looked at some mulch on the ground and remembered last night’s dream.
I had a job with this other guy making tuffets in people’s lawns. If they felt like they needed one or were having a backyard party and wanted many, they’d call us and we’d come with our lawnmowers and mow little (or big) round tuffets into their lawn. This is quite the booming business which we are dominating. Word had since gotten around that we make the best tuffets in the business.
This is all I remember. I don’t remember doing a lot of jobs. I just remember this was our business and in my dream I made a nice one.
If only the real-life economy were so stable.