Selling furniture, giving away clothes and pitching stuff in the garbage isn’t something most girls dream of.
But last August I did just that, all so I could move aboard a sailboat and leave land behind to search for adventure. My decision to live aboard a boat had nothing to do with my thoughts on materialism, consumerism or any other philosophical examination of our culture; living aboard a boat is a cool place to live at an even cooler price, and would allow my aspirations and experiences to grow.
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Here’s what happened: last week and into the beginning of this week we saw perfect weather. Sun. Clear skies. Temperature in the fifties. In FEBRUARY! Pacific Northwesters just cannot handle this kind of weather, our brains explode. We get all frantic and excited and run outside with nothing to do, so we’re just out there, wandering around, soaking it all in, blubbering and crying about how that big, burning yellow thing in the sky is warm and makes us all happy! Productivity? Puh-lease. The sun, it’s out! Even if you chained yourself indoors, your mind would drift and think of running through fields of sunflowers while “California Dreaming” echos through the sky. 
Something untoward is happening to my sleeping habits, all thanks to my dream machine: a small, seemingly harmless, little 200 watt heater by Lasko. My reason for acquiring the little device was purely comfort-related, but this thing has morphed into a comatose-inducing, bizarre dream-creating contraption.
