For some reason, I let my father talk me into buying a DIY house kit.  It wasn’t until later I said something to Leah about, “Why do we need a kit house?  Our house is perfectly fine.”  I don’t remember if Dad was going to buy our house from us or what.  Weird.

The last dream I remember had something to do with a reality game show.  It was groups of two and the idea was the host would throw garbage all over somewhere (forest, desert, river) and the groups would have to clean it up.  Whoever cleaned up the most won.