I appear to have had strange and vivid dreams all night. I kept ignoring my alarm this morning for a little more sleep; in my dream state, for some reason, I thought it was "bullet-proof," whatever that means.
One of the craziest parts was being back in my parents' garage, unpacking after a trip of some sort. I looked over at my brother, and he was wearing CRAZY shoes--they looked like an unholy cross between Pumas and mariachi boots, but weirder. They were mostly black, but with strange gold ornamentation and, weirder yet, a tall, cork, wedge heel.
I soon realized, however, that the boots were the least weird part of the scene. He was riding a bike to which was attached a... kiosk? storefront? booth display? I don't even know exactly what it was, except that it was several intersecting walls covered with merchandise on hooks. The merchandise was, I believe, Baptist VBS materials. In Spanish.
He peddled happily around and told me that he'd gotten a really good deal on it.