Heart of a poet, mind of a criminal

Last night had the most prosperous dream!

First allow me to digress for a moment and explain what my normal dreams are like: sick, twisted, nightmarish instruments of torture, hell bent on destroying what I have left of my soul- but last night was different. It didn't even involve firearms, but it may have, had I been caught.

Moving on... in my dream I rented an apartment in a very high demand luxury apartment building. The rent was something unfathomably high, but I paid the security deposit and first months rent, which I think was like $2500. The thing is, I never moved in. I then ran an ad in the paper for an apartment for rent and listed it quite a bit lower than what I had paid as to entice as many applicants as possible. I printed off some standard lease agreements via the internet and began interviewing prospective tenants, claiming that I was the building manager.

They came in herds, everyone thinking they were getting the best deal in town and as not to let them down I individually allowed each that I showed the apartment to, to sign a lease agreement and give me their security deposit and first months rent, lets say it was $2,000. They were all told they could move in on the first of the month.

I must have done this to at least 40 people and on the first of the month 40 people stood outside the apartment looking confused, while I boarded a cruise ship to somewhere tropical with about 80,000 bucks and my own personal pool boy. Okay, the pool boy wasn't part of it but still, I thought I was pretty slick, at least while I was sleeping.

Now of course in my real life, I am about as much of a non law breaker as a person can get and I have always just attributed my criminal mind to being so damn good at my past profession (Bwahahaha, more on that later!) but lets break down the dream.

All I know is I woke up at home, broke but with my NCIC record intact, like usual. ;)I have always been interested in dream analysis, so where did this one come from? Was it influenced by my dire financial situation? Or maybe from chatting with Jenny last night about needing an adventure... or maybe it just had some randomness related to people moving?

(if this blog doesn't live up to my current standards of excellence and God forbid there is a typo in it, its because I had to type it all with one hand while the other one held a sleepy baby)