Dream Catchers!

We are parked in the Walmart Supercentre Parking lot overnight. I have reservations about Walmart because of the sweatshops they import clothing from, but I am not sure there is a good answer. I mean how do we know who uses sweatshops and who does not? And if we do not buy clothing from those places are we putting people out of jobs?? I guess the real solution lies in improving conditions of those places, but how does one do this?? I am dozing in the early hours of the day. I am in a conscious dreaming state - I am travelling along the highways and I think to myself, wow, we are travelling too much if I am dreaming about it too! BUT - I suddenly realize - I am NOT dreaming - the bumps I feel are REAL. I open my right eye a slit (this is my "good eye", the one I can see vague outlines with before my contact lenses are "in") and I see the shape of Rip in the driver's seat of our van. I ask, "what time is it?" He says, "5:15 am". I groan and roll over and pull the sleeping bag over my head. He drives on! One hour later I am dressed and sitting in the passenger seat and I ask, "what time is it? He says, "5:15 am" - we have gained 1 hour. Here we are at 5:15 am and we have been on the road one hour. We stop at a gas station at 8 am so Rip can have a nap - what do I check? You guessed it - the gas tank!!! I see that it is half full so my heart sighs and I drive on. We drive through what is called The Painted Desert - wow - am I dreaming???? It is amazing - lots of flat topped mountains, with layers of cream and terracotta like a 7 layered cake. It is spectacular!! We stop for gas again (before we need it!!0 at Forsyth - a small town in Montana. We wait for a train to pass ( I counted 107 cars on the last train so this could be a while!. We decide to go into the local IGA. Outside in a bench are 2 locals. Picture 2 men in faded blue jeans with suspenders and plaid shirts, Stetson hats, and long white beards. I expected them to say "Howdy!". They didn't!!! We buy some chicken for lunch. We need more crackers for our "cheese sandwiches" but there are no Breton big ones so we have to settle for smaller "slider" varieties. Oh well. The train passes and we are "on the road again". Around the corner in Montana we are blown away by the Rocky Mountains ahead of us, tall and drizzled with snow, the peaks tipping into the white clouds - it is "dreamy". We realize after 12 hours of driving that we have not seen ONE speck of litter. It is amazing. So clean and pristine. Obviously the people on this land take such pride in their land. I wish, it is my "dream" that our Burlington landscape was as clear from litter. Off to dreamland at the next Walmart in Montana. What a dreamy day!!