Maybe I should have skipped the ice cream last night...

 I had this really weird dream last night that I thought I would share.  Patrick and I were living with Casey (my friend) and her brother Jordan (who is also a friend) at my aunt's old house.  It had old seventies furniture (patchworky type couch and ottoman) and two really flowery bar type counters and our furniture from now, too.  So we decide to have a yard sale.  We also have this robot that looks like a teenage girl who we didn't need at the moment, but I thought that leaving her in a car seemed mean.  My cat keeps attacking the robot and the robot keeps hitting the cat with a golf club so I'm trying to break that up with a bowling pin.  Then this little old couple is waiting when we open the garage and start looking before we set up.  The little old lady want two things, one costs 50 cents and one costs 60 cents so I told her I'd just take a dollar and she got mad and said she had already counted out the change.  And, her husband tried to steal money out of our box.  Then Tom Waits showed up and said he had heard that we had a lot of his stuff we were selling.  I said that we had cds and books, but not his furniture or anything (which is weird cause I don't have any of his cds).