So - here is page 5. Since animals always seem to be invading my dreams, what better place than a pleasant bedroom for this little guy (weasel?).
The background is from a stack of interior photographs that I got at the awesome scrap place in Portland, the animal is from a book that I believe my friend and fellow crafter Natalie pawned off on me, and the words "I own the place" are from some old scattegories type game that I scrounged up when we moved out of our huge tenement house on West 9th st. The game had these cards with random phrases - a great example of junk that is too hard to throw away, so finally many years later I found an excuse/inspiration to use it,