Concrete Footings

I stayed in bed just a little too long to be able to have a firm grip on the threads of my last dream. I remember most of the final scene -- the large-screen television that I wanted was being prepped by one of my neighbors, who apparently had permission from the British government to pour the concrete footings. The television was huge, and I wasn't sure where I was going to put it, although I wanted to put it in my bathroom. I doubt it would have fit. And I have no idea what was up with the guy we had to track down... something about a ladder. He had moved; I can't say I blame him.

I did go through the trouble of making sure a handy writing pad was near my bed just in case I awoke with some burning need to record a dream, but I don't think it will be of much use. By the time I can get it together enough to remember that there's something to write on (and actually remember where it is), I'm too awake to remember what it was I wanted to write down. Next time, I'll have more of those concrete footings poured, the better to anchor down whatever thoughts it is I want to keep.