Since there’s been no progress on the boots of my dreams, I suppose I will just move on. Patience tends to be rewarded, right?

This entire week I’ve been dreaming about tourist shopping (you know, where you go into strange little stores and boutiques you would never go in if you lived there and find outrageously strange little things for an outrageous sum of money, and because it’s vacation you actually contemplate buying them?) and so far have purchased a pet rock, an orange mumu, and an ice cream.

I’m pretty sure the only thing I need is the ice cream.

Not only are finals coming up this week (A possible presentation on medieval texts, a Spanish film regarding the state of fish, AND 4 primed, proofed, and perfect copper prints) but my dearest rellies from Australia are visiting. (Australia!)

I swear, being related to them makes me cooler. Not only are they from Australia (Australia!) but they’re pretty much the nicest and most fun people you’ll ever meet. The grammar in that last sentence was basically atrocious, but that’s the only way I know how to describe them.

Anyway, so I have work AND finals AND rellies coming up… I’m starting to get nervous about next week! Maybe my dream self can invest in a healing massage? Or another ice cream.

I woke up, relieved I wasn’t obligated to drop an (assumedly) outrageous amount of money on a pair of boots, even if they were amazing and beautiful and electric blue. After a few moments of zen breathing techniques I’ve picked up from my older sister, I realized that my subconscious was telling me something. I opened up my trusty A-Z dream dictionary, and what do you know? The dictionary told me that I need a pair of electric-blue boots.

I figure my subconscious knows best, so I’m attempting to obey!

It’s surprisingly hard to find electric-blue boots. I’ve found some lovely heels, as well as some cute flats (and yes, I am ALL about the snakeskin!).

Alas, I’m starting to wonder if my boots exist. As a description: they were somewhere in between a pair of these Jessica Simpson boots and the bright red boots that Nubby Twiglet rocks often.

Only they were electric-blue. And when I say electric, I mean electric.

Since they are obviously missing, here is a flier I made with The Photoshop:

(please call!)

Sometimes I wonder what my dreams are trying to tell me, and then I realize that I don’t really mind, I just enjoy having awesome dreams.