The item my day usually centers around--the computer--becomes so much junk, to be discarded with barely a twinge, while the books on my shelves suddenly become priceless treasures to be weighed on a combination of contents and size (omnibuses prized above all).
Sewing supplies become almost sacred, playing cards a necessity, the mostly-blank notebooks collecting dust at the back of my closet to be considered a treasure. Meanwhile, the thought of having to give up the contents of my Kindle is almost enough to having me researching off-the-grid recharging options for campers. (I typed that sentence and then spent 15 minutes looking at solar panel recharging units--my goodness are there a lot of options.)
...Actually, looking up solar chargers on Amazon completely derailed my train of thought. No idea where this post was going. Oh well! Anyone else have "must prepare for some kind of impending disaster" dreams? If so, what kind of emotional tone do they have?