Dreamed I was living in a mobile home park or maybe a campground. I think I had a motor home there, and had been there for some time (weeks or months).
My life was that I was semi-retired and worked part time as a novelist with some modest success. I did not disclose my writings to others, and most simply thought that I was retired.
The people running the park had several school age children. Much as some children sell (all too expensive) candy bars to help pay for school, this family sold 3.5 inch diskettes.
Who would buy those? Oddly, a fair number of people because the computers at the campground (mobile home park?) were old ones that had floppy drives. To preserve any work done on those machines, 3.5 inch floppy disks were needed.
Although I had a modern laptop hidden away in the motor home, I did use the computers at the park and, so, I bought some of these disks.
I had second thought about buying these otherwise worthless items that could easily become yet more clutter. One excuse was that I did it to help the children (who often disturbed me with their noise during my most productive writing time). The kids could be pesky, but I decided that the world would be a better place if they had an education.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I had a nagging thought that maybe it was time to “move on” from this scenario.
Grand Dreams 