Vacation Stress

Sigh. Can’t I even relax in my dreams about vacation?

In reality, I’m heading off tomorrow to Bodega Bay, a beautiful coastal town. I’m a bit worried about the place, since it’s going to be small (second bedroom only has a futon that sounds difficult to open)

In my dream, we arrive at the home. There’s no snow, unfortunately [note: this makes no sense. we're going to the beach. My winter vacation plans are getting mixed in]. The place is pretty dumpy, with a strong ‘old hunting cabin’ feel. The owners meet us there, and try to overenthusiastically sell the place, and the field beside it (a tick magnet for the dog). I’m getting a sinking feeling about this.