This morning’s dream:
I had made some home-made sausage (it was a roll) and was baby sitting for Brian Black at some elaborate hotel. Brian was a client of mine a number of years ago, a CPA and led an annual golf outing for the boys.
I was trying to sell the sausage to him and was talking to him on the phone. He and his wife were out somewhere while I watched the kids.
He called me from his car and we were negotiating the price. I wanted $130, and he offered $65. I countered at $70, and he just went quiet.
I asked him if he were counting pennies. Then I looked out the back window into a meadow, and I saw some guy running int eh snow. He had on a white tshirt and jeans. He just dove into the snow and was rooting around in it having a big time.
I told Brian that the hotel would charge him $450 for the sausage.
Then, I got to thinking that I needed the word out, and it wasn’t worth the $5 difference, so I would give it to him at $65, but I was afraid that he had changed his mind.
Woke up at 4:53