another dream--look, aubry!
19 Feb 2002 10:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimoreneotherwise known as the "retail" dream.
1. in the dream, i was dreaming, and woke up, and looked to the left. both roomies were asleep in rmt #1's bed, for some reason. no, not, like, having sex. just sleeping. i think this comes from the sleepover thing.
2. so i started to tell them about my dream, and i was able to remember it. in the dream, i worked at Group, this women's clothing outlet where i worked last summer. lisa and cate both worked there, too. so we had gone to work, and for some reason all the lights were out, but it was open. so the head manager, who no longer works there, is evil, right? and she had gone insane. she had draped the little living-waiting room outside the fitting rooms with black fabric, because there was a professional photographer there to take pictures, and he'd actually left, but somehow he could only take pictures on black. meanwhile, the half of the store devoted to formal dresses had been converted to a furniture store, but just for the winter season, when, she said, it was too cold to wear formals, so they wouldn't sell. there were lots of those little display beds with all the bedding on them that aren't really long enough to sleep on.
3. it's important to understand that i relived the dream, when i remembered it. so we're sneaking around the edges of the store, trying to avoid the evil manager. for some reason, she was going to attack us, and she had a bunch of swords hung on the wall near the fitting rooms for this purpose. we keep whispering. it is pitch black in the store, but we keep avoiding customers. we come to the first of these little display beds, and cate wants to take a nap in it, but we don't let her.
4. so even though i am reliving it, i know it is a dream. when we get to the second display bed, there is a cat on it. i remember the thing about not feeling pain in dreams so i put out my hand, and the cat scratches it. it hurts like hell, and it bleeds. lisa says, in an exasperated way, that that only works for pinching, so i pinch myself. sure enough, i do not feel it. then we all climb into the miniature bed to take a nap, but it is close to closing time so we have to go.
5. by myself, just before closing, i accidentally stumble on a shoe department which i have not known is there. it features lots of red and beige/white designer logo patterned boots with spike heels, knee- and thigh-high. manager #2, a diffident-looking elderly man in a cardigan sweater, wanders by and asks me if i like them. i point to my feet instead of answering, and this is when i notice that i am wearing thigh-high red velvet boots--with a little red buckle in the front of the ankle. satisfied, he says "oh" and wanders away after a vague warning about the evil manager, whose i name i cannot for the life of me remember. i try to leave the shoe department. it has been roped off. the cord is not as high as my knee but for some reason i cannot step over it. try about 5 times.
6. it is later, and lisa, cate and i are leaving. we leave via the store's mall door and start for the door, but then we recognize a gang of evil people cloaked in shadows who we understand are from the army, and will probably assault us, so we have to go the other way. "what other way?" says cate. "through the movie theater," i say, "it's always lit--trust me, i worked here last summer." we find the movie theater, and it is indeed lit. then i stop remembering. i look at lisa and cate, and they agree that it was a strange dream.
7. we start to discuss it. for some reason i am crying, and cate lends me a bunch of tissues. she crawls out of bed with lisa and sits on the end of my bed to comfort me. her tissues are blue. i stop crying and become fascinated with them, and keep getting new ones and wiping my face. cate points out that the last 10 or so tissues have been dry, as i am no longer actually crying. i look, and she is right; i have failed to notice this and am faintly ashamed, but she just laughs.
that's about it. ...weird. slightly disturbing. mostly funny. told lisa most of it. she was envious, as cannot remember her weird dream.
1. in the dream, i was dreaming, and woke up, and looked to the left. both roomies were asleep in rmt #1's bed, for some reason. no, not, like, having sex. just sleeping. i think this comes from the sleepover thing.
2. so i started to tell them about my dream, and i was able to remember it. in the dream, i worked at Group, this women's clothing outlet where i worked last summer. lisa and cate both worked there, too. so we had gone to work, and for some reason all the lights were out, but it was open. so the head manager, who no longer works there, is evil, right? and she had gone insane. she had draped the little living-waiting room outside the fitting rooms with black fabric, because there was a professional photographer there to take pictures, and he'd actually left, but somehow he could only take pictures on black. meanwhile, the half of the store devoted to formal dresses had been converted to a furniture store, but just for the winter season, when, she said, it was too cold to wear formals, so they wouldn't sell. there were lots of those little display beds with all the bedding on them that aren't really long enough to sleep on.
3. it's important to understand that i relived the dream, when i remembered it. so we're sneaking around the edges of the store, trying to avoid the evil manager. for some reason, she was going to attack us, and she had a bunch of swords hung on the wall near the fitting rooms for this purpose. we keep whispering. it is pitch black in the store, but we keep avoiding customers. we come to the first of these little display beds, and cate wants to take a nap in it, but we don't let her.
4. so even though i am reliving it, i know it is a dream. when we get to the second display bed, there is a cat on it. i remember the thing about not feeling pain in dreams so i put out my hand, and the cat scratches it. it hurts like hell, and it bleeds. lisa says, in an exasperated way, that that only works for pinching, so i pinch myself. sure enough, i do not feel it. then we all climb into the miniature bed to take a nap, but it is close to closing time so we have to go.
5. by myself, just before closing, i accidentally stumble on a shoe department which i have not known is there. it features lots of red and beige/white designer logo patterned boots with spike heels, knee- and thigh-high. manager #2, a diffident-looking elderly man in a cardigan sweater, wanders by and asks me if i like them. i point to my feet instead of answering, and this is when i notice that i am wearing thigh-high red velvet boots--with a little red buckle in the front of the ankle. satisfied, he says "oh" and wanders away after a vague warning about the evil manager, whose i name i cannot for the life of me remember. i try to leave the shoe department. it has been roped off. the cord is not as high as my knee but for some reason i cannot step over it. try about 5 times.
6. it is later, and lisa, cate and i are leaving. we leave via the store's mall door and start for the door, but then we recognize a gang of evil people cloaked in shadows who we understand are from the army, and will probably assault us, so we have to go the other way. "what other way?" says cate. "through the movie theater," i say, "it's always lit--trust me, i worked here last summer." we find the movie theater, and it is indeed lit. then i stop remembering. i look at lisa and cate, and they agree that it was a strange dream.
7. we start to discuss it. for some reason i am crying, and cate lends me a bunch of tissues. she crawls out of bed with lisa and sits on the end of my bed to comfort me. her tissues are blue. i stop crying and become fascinated with them, and keep getting new ones and wiping my face. cate points out that the last 10 or so tissues have been dry, as i am no longer actually crying. i look, and she is right; i have failed to notice this and am faintly ashamed, but she just laughs.
that's about it. ...weird. slightly disturbing. mostly funny. told lisa most of it. she was envious, as cannot remember her weird dream.
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Date: 19 Feb 2002 10:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 19 Feb 2002 01:46 pm (UTC)interesting dream.
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Date: 19 Feb 2002 06:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 19 Feb 2002 09:19 pm (UTC)