Four Hundred Dollars Cheaper

It's funny how the brain works - you think of something during the day, or do something, and then while you're sleeping, your subconscious spins a surreal web of a multitude of versions that may or may not be pleasing to you. *sigh*

Last night I dreamt that my friends managed to secure plane tickets to San Francisco for $400 less than what I had reserved, what sucked was the departure date was 1 week earlier than my planned departure. Being the square that I am, I felt so frustrated by the thought of having to re-plan my itinerary that I ended up transforming into a hunter and killing Peggy's two parrots.