I am doing something at the start of my dream that takes me outside. I can't recall what that was, but it might be feeding the neighborhood birds.
I am on the sidewalk that leads to my ancestral home in Baltimore, but I am walking away from the house. I notice there is a significant pile of dog poop on the right side of the walk. I consider several ways to pick it up and get rid of it, but decide to purchase a dog poop scoop to handle the situation.
The scene shifts and I am now leafing through a general purpose catalog of home supplies, etc. I go to the index at the back of the catalog to look for a scoop. There's nothing listed for dog poop scoopers directly, but I think it may be too specific and so I leaf through the catalog to see if it is available as an item in a larger category, such as "Pet Supplies," "Yard Cleanup" and the like. I go to those topics that I find listed that might contain a poop scooper -- but to no avail. I find this both amusing and irritating at the same time. The search has taken on a life of its own.
I know there's a pretty young woman who would like to spend time with me, and all I need to do is get back in touch with her is call her and I can visit. And that visit would be quite pleasant, as it always is. But the search for the poop scooper has taken priority over this.
I know that simply calling up Amazon on my phone will solve the problem, and I plan on doing that.
I wake up.
