I don't recall my dreams as often or as vividly as I once did.  But I had one this morning which I have had several times before.  It is apparently influenced, at least a little bit, by falling asleep with the television on.

I find myself in a small house or trailer or tent in a wooded area.  The place is vaguely familiar regardless of which form it takes, likely a place I've lived before.  The woods themselves are made up of the twisted blackjack trees that I still recall from my youth in Oklahoma.  

I leave the place in need of some item, walking along a path that becomes a dirt road, and sometimes becomes gravel or paved.  The road goes up to a store/business with no sign.  I enter the building and sometimes I'm met by a man in a suit who leads me farther in, other times I aimlessly wander through the building passing by offices and cubicles until I come to a sales floor with displays and salesmen laying on thick the merits of their products to rapt listeners.

Sometimes I listen for awhile, and the details are far too detailed.  This occasionally rouses me from sleep at which point I often find that the television is playing an infomercial with the same details that were in my dream.

If the dream continues, I am not swayed for long by the salesmen, for they don't have what I really want.  I exit the sales floor to the outside and find myself in an area with cement tables and benches, carefully arranged floral displays, and large transmission towers that seem to serve no purpose other than to prevent one from being able to walk around the building rather than through it.

I leave this area and something I can never remember happens, then I return with the object I needed.  I still don't know what it is despite the fact that I have it, I just know that I need to get back home with it.  As I make my way back through the sales area, the salesmen are even more persistent in trying to sell me stuff I don't need.  Sometimes I have to physically elbow my way past them and they clamor after me, shouting and gesturing at the door as I escape to the road.

I feel like I'm being watched by the trees as I walk down the road.  I'm not afraid, exactly, just *aware*.  I'm more concerned with getting the mysterious object back home, where I know someone is waiting for me.  But I never make it back.  Sometimes I meet someone on the path who delays me until I wake up; other times the path either mysteriously goes on longer than it should or I get lost.

I wake up having failed in my task, without even knowing exactly what I was trying to accomplish.  Always left somewhat saddened.