Last nights dream is hard to put into words. There was a place advertising. It was like a giant bus converted into a spiritual get away. It had a waterfall poring over it. Mum and I along with a handful of others got in a van to ride out to where the retreat was. The museum that was attached was huge and for some reason reminded me of an airport. Mum was thrilled cause they had artifacts from all over the world and she didn't need to travel to get there to see them. As we walked along the huge museum there were things for sell. The retreat was at the very end and by then I was alone. The bedroom was like a VW bug Van. Had two couches with a tiny hired pull up space that was for you clothing. There was a closet too. And what looked like mud paintings on. The floor. I was disappointed but loved the sound of the water poring over the whole place. On my way back to join mum I was sidetracked by a shop that sold robots. There was a cute one I thought my granddaughter would love. I stopped to go in and the salesman asked for ID. I had an old outdated DL and a library card in my back pocket. I apologized for not having my credit card with me and explained I left my bag and phone on the van. Then I woke up.