Apartment dream

Last night I dreamed about apartments, apartments, apartments. Before I went to sleep, CG told me that the basement one bedroom apartment will be open soon. If I could swing the $1100 a month, I might do it. But no. I'm not financially ready for living alone. But you can bet that I'm emotionally ready.

So my dream was that there was an amazing full-floor duplex apartment open, in my building, and it was only $1000 a month, and one of my Tea Girls was willing to move in with me, so we would have paid $500 each for a full floor. I think the apartment was fully furnished, and wonderfully homey. In my dream the basement apartment was also available, and I was trying to get another Tea Girl to move in there.

All of my apartment woes were taken care of. It was a good dream.

Disappointment

Wow. And not five minutes after posting about a dream where all my apartment woes were dealt with, I get a phone call from a potential roommate. She found a cheaper place and had to take it. My options are becoming thin. I leave in a week and don't come back until the end of August. I have to have a new roommate by September 1st.

I want to cry.

Look at me, posting up a storm today!

Inspired by spicyflower, I just checked my horoscope.

Madalyn Aslan writes: However disappointing your closest relationships may appear at this point, take comfort in the fact that your ruling planet Mercury and a young energetic Moon are both in your first house. This gives you complete say over just about anything. It also means you get your way and that whatever happens early today was meant to happen. Destiny, in short. If these events involve your mother, all the better. Despite the psychedelic Alice-in-Wonderland feeling to it all, you are doing the right thing. Just remember the old adage: be careful of what you wish for, because you will probably end up getting it.

This is a jumble of messages. I wished for a beagle puppy this morning and I wished that I'd earn enough money from the script-writing to be able to quit my job and write full time. If these things are in my near future, I will be a happy woman.

Perhaps the potential roommate was actually a psycho killer.

I am clutching at straws here.