Gorgeous Day, Bad Dream

I won't tell you the details about what is really going on in my life but I'll bet you can guess by my dream....

I dreamed I was on trial. For the first five minutes of the trial I was alert and then I zoned out, it was as if I couldn't process anything intelligent. Then the judge slams his gavel down and says, "guilty." The odd thing is the court room disburses and now I don't know what to do. Do I pay a fine or am I to be in jail for six months? So I'm asking the security guard what to do and he doesn't know. He tells me to wait here in this empty room. I realize I've left my purse in the courtroom. I want to search for it but the judge tells me that he gave it to the security guard. The judge tells me the purse they found was brown with snaps on either side. I'm trying to figure out if he can't tell the difference between brown and burgundy. Then realize I have a child's purse in a tote bag that is brown corduroy and it has two snaps. Did he mean this one? Wait he's gone. The security guard comes in and lays down to sleep (not sex) with three other people. I'm worried about my purse and don't want to leave the building to search my car in case I was supposed to go to jail and they claim I was trying to escape. The dream goes on and then morphs to other things having nothing to do with the trial.

I've been working all day in the yard. The consequence of this is that the house looks like a homeless shelter.