Dream Journal
There was a tiny elevator that led upstairs to a dressing room or possibly a bathroom. Only a certain number of people were allowed upstairs at one time - it was very posh. Mom and I saw one woman come out of the elevator so we went in to take her place.
The elevator was so small that our shoulders brushed all sides of the elevators, and it was very difficult to turn around in order to push the button to close the doors and go upstairs. Once the doors opened upstairs, we saw a large foyer where many women stood waiting.
I look through racks of clothes arranged much like a thrift store. I grab a black long sleeved shirt and a short red dress with white trim - it almost looked like a naughty Mrs. Claus costume - to try on. I squeezed into a rack of clothing and found there was not enough room to try on the dress and shirt because the rack was very full of clothes.
I bent down and pushed on a piece of wood that supported the rack in order to extend its length, thus giving me more room. I removed my shirt in order to try on the black one and realized that I had pushed the support too far and now everyone could see me in just a bra.
There were quite a few men with thick black moustaches sitting at small, round restaurant tables nearby. They all stared at me; I had no privacy at all.
I covered my chest with the black shirt and tried to position myself so that the clothes hanging on the rack hid me, but all the clothes had disappeared. I motioned frantically for a friend to help shield me.