I’ve been having very strange dreams lately about organisation.

The other night I dreamed that I was over at the Carl Sagans’. They invited me down to their basement to see how they had reorganised everything. Their basement was huge, with a high ceiling, like a warehouse. Everything — huge bolts of fabric, speedboats, exercise equipment — had been grouped and sorted, and had its own place. They had a whole separate storeroom for toys, where the walls were lined with shelving from floor to ceiling. At the end of the tour, Mr. Carl Sagan showed me the special shelf he had ordered online to organize all their kayaks and canoes (neither of which they own in real life). Since the kayaks had to be kept at a special temperature, this shelf connected to a hose which pumped a constant stream of cool water through the shelving.

Then I bumped into the shelf and knocked it down and water sprayed everywhere.

Last night I dreamed of our own basement. People had come to finish the basement and had divided it into several lovely, fully decorated rooms. They’d put all of our crap back into the basement too, and as such, every single room was lined with shelving full of stuff. There was a whole room devoted to wrapping paper. A whole wall of large cabinets opened up to reveal about a thousand stuffed animals. A tools area contained so many table saws that they had to be stacked on top of each other with special tables and a rolling ladder.

I think I’ve been watching a little too much Clean Sweep. Also, apparently, I feel a deep need to get our basement organised.