I Dream of....

While I was sleeping (for twelve hours) last night I dreamt that I was on some all-day hike up a crazy-steep mountain - I even had to use a rope for part of it. When we all finally got to the top I dropped my heavy pack and checked out the cabin that was conveniently located there. Afterwards I opened my pack to set up my tent (why I was doing that when there was a cabin is hardly note-worthy) and I found the cause of my extremely heavy pack: a full size oven with range. Convenietly enough there was a gas hook-up in the cabin, which I was pleased about, because I didn't want to haul the oven back down. Freud, where are you?