This one's strange:
In short, my 6th grade teacher hired me to fix up things in an empty home she inherited so she could rent or sell it. We met over dinner and coffee so we could draw up a schedule, estimating when my work would be completed at a manageable pace with me only working on it Saturdays and Sundays.
I would have to do things like sanding and painting, flooring, and plumbing - basically contractor work.
(When I was a kid I actually worked for her washing her car and taking care of her landscaping - I had a business I ran in the neighborhood doing just that.)
Anyway, in my dream I was in college and in exchange for my work, my old teacher would write my term papers. In addition, she would complete the work on my novel that I'm currently writing according to my outline. Finally, she had made contact with my contacts at my retail toy sources, and she'd collect all my Star Wars figures for me so I wouldn't have to. It seemed like a good bargain.
She also smiled upon the relationship I had with one of her daughters who was 3 years younger than me - this is true, but we actually kept our friendship secret from her mom and as far as I knew, it stayed that way unless the older sister, who was 1 year younger than me, blabbed when she caught us. But I never heard that. Anyway, her younger daughter was a real wild one, but not in my dream enough to make it that great or anything.
I just felt relieved that someone else was getting me Star Wars figures and I didn't have to worry about hunting more Clone Troopers down.
It turns out I stayed in bed later this morning and decided not to go to Wal-Mart or Target.