I dream of Q-tips

I've been dreaming a lot lately, and it's a shonda that I haven't been blogging or at least taking notes about them because some of them are seriously hilarious. (Some are terrifying, though. I wouldn't want to share. Oh hell, who am I kidding? If I share them, they won't bother ME as much!)

In last night's dream I was either stealing bags of Q-tips or correcting bags of Q-tips. I know. Correcting them? Ha!

But in these product bags, each large bag of Q-tips consisted of three smaller bags of Q-tips (real ones, not the cheap ones. And I know the real ones don't come in a bag. Just work with me.)

But some bags had three bags and some had four and they were overstuffed. But I probably should have been putting them into some kind of work-related basket, not greedily filling up my arms with them, right? Although I was wearing some kind of uniform (not a Target one, but like a Target one. NOT Walmart.) The aisles were wide and clean though, like Target. And almost everything was white. Was it heaven? I'll never know.

What did I need all those Q-tips for, anyway? I've finally gotten over my "loading up on deodorant" phase and am slowly working my way through my makeup, but Q-tips? Sigh...