The oddest dreams seem to come when there isn’t as much time to sleep — like this morning between 5:30 (when I woke up having to use the bathroom) and 6:45 (alarm rings).

I answered the door for a cleaning service (note: we have never used a cleaning service, but in the dream we had used them before). Our house was actually my parents’ old house where I grew up, not our actual house. Though, my husband was my actual husband.

The service people pulled up in the driveway, and began unloading tons of furniture and accessories, which they stacked on top of each other. I looked up and saw the stacks swaying. It seems this fictional cleaning service was planning on not only cleaning the house, but redecorating, assuming we would love what they did and purchase the new furniture items.

I was angry about this, and would not let them in my house. Their representative was a woman I knew from college, but haven’t seen or heard from since (almost 10 years).

Next thing I know, I’m chatting with this woman as she’s having her hair done.