I dreamt of meter maids last night. Specifically, meter maids who were after Ben. He had this really cool Bond, Benjamin Franklin Bond, kinda car.

It was a metallic blue/silver convertible. He could either just convert the drivers side, and hop out all slick over the door, or the entire top could slide away.

Throughout the dream, as Daniel, Josh, Jess, Ben and I looked at a house that J and J wanted to buy, Ben kept getting calls on his cell phone-it was the police, looking for him. I tried to get him to shut it off so they wouldn't be able to triangulate his position, but he wanted to listen in and see how close they were.

Then we saw the meter maids on a nearby roof. Uhoh. We hoped Ben would keep his cool, but of course he had to sass them. One was a sexy-but-uptight lady, who didn't find it the least bit amusing when he called her Rita. They made him get out and open up the whole top, then they got in. Ben proceeded to pour a quart jar of honey onto the back seat. 'Rita' had these babypink low heeled pumps and they got all sticky (boy does my subconscious ever lay it on thick with the not-so-subtle sexual connotations, huh?).

Anyhow, I'm not sure how Ben got outta that one, but the rest of us proceeded to look at the house which was really cool. It had a large 2-car garage, already fitted out for a motorcycle shop(perfect for Josh-D pointed out)and a lovely big overgrown yard for Jess' garden.

May they find such success in their real world home search.