Cat-sitting, Scarlet O'Hara extinguishes a fire

I'm cat-sitting for a friend. I'm plating a set of mini-CDs, each CD has one song on it and is packaged artistically, I'm finding it tedious to listen to an album this way. One of the singles has fallen behind a bookshelf - I tip over the bookshelf while trying to reach it.

Now, the spilled books are in the bathroom and the shelf is in the bedroom. A friend is helping me put everything back on the shelf. In the bedroom, I see a round piece of glass with a frog under it - it looks like one of my frogs. I lift up the glass and catch it.

I'm walking to my vivariums with the frog in my hand. I see another frog in front of me - it hops under a plant growing my a mailbox. I move a leaf to find my hand full of thistles. There's a group of old men sitting in lawn chairs around the mailbox - one says to me. "That's what he calls the old $2.01 treatment," motioning towards one of his companions standing by a red old fashioned gas pump that can't display a price per gallon greater that $0.99. The man doesn't speak English, but pantomimes to me that bark from a tree down the road will help me re3move the thistles.

The houses on the block have chasms instead of front yards - the front doors are reached by swinging bridges. When I near the tree, I see it's growing up out of the chasm with no way to reach the bark. Suddenly, the tree is gone - and so are the thistles in my hand.

My vivariums are lined up along the edge of a roof of a tall building. There are way too many frogs in the vivariums, especially some of them. I place the frog I caught into one of the less crowded vivs at the corner of the building. I get some frogs from an overpopulated viv to move to the less populated one on the end. When I return to the corner of the building, there's a small fire beyond the aquarium. Blue flames roll over the aquariums like rubbing alcohol is being burned off. I successfully blow out the fire, which I now notice was the bottom of a wooden flag pole burning.

Suddenly the dream shifts into a movie I'm watching. Scarlet O'Hara just blew out the fire and a male character from Gone with the Wind has just come upon her. They decide the best thing to do is throw the charred flagpole into the Mississippi, which runs to the side of the apartment building. They throw the flagpole over the ledge but it veers off course and lands on a cement basketball court below.