I bought a TV
. A nice one, 37". And a great deal
too, only about $2000
. Too bad it was just a dream. Hell, when I bought it I told the salesdroid
that I may bring it back the next day
, but that was only because I was scared
that my friends who are more into electronics
would laugh at me for buying a television
with the wrong
type of picture tube
. I did buy it with good intentions though. I was there at Future Shop
, found a great deal, and made an impulse
buy. After the droid
had loaded the box (which was much longer than it should have been for that sort of a purchase
, but as it was a dream it all made sense
) into my hatchback
(which I don't have
of course) I took it home.
When I got home my girlfriend was in the shower, or the bath or something, so I set up the TV and called her over. I was pretty happy with it and how it fit nicely with the rest of the apartment, and how it was a pretty good size. From this I was rudely interrupted.
The weird thing is that this was the most remembered and most "real" dream I've had for a while. The apartment I came home to was pretty close to the last one I lived at (or so I thought when I woke up), and bringing the TV home to surprise my girlfriend matched up with the potted plant I brought home in real life.