Dream Journal
I was in a large dressing room of a second hand clothing store. The room was really much more like a large living space. I was trying on many pairs of pants - I had a huge pile. I tried on some orange ones just like some that I own; only these didn’t have any stains on them. I was trying to decide if they were worth buying or not, when two girls around the age of 10 entered and talked with me for a bit.
I knew other women were waiting to try on their clothes, and because the other dressing rooms were closed down, I was hogging the only one available with my stack of pants to try on.
Halfway through my pile, the manager comes in and informs me that he had come up with some other rooms to use as dressing rooms, and, as a consequence, I could no longer be in the large room. I took my pile of pants and found that another line had formed for the other rooms: I had to get in the back of the line.
After a long time, a friend and I went into the two available rooms next to each other. Her mother followed us and gave opinions on the outfits we tried on. When we were done, my friend had to go exchange something and left me with her mother.
Her mother started crying like a little girl the moment we were left alone. She was drooling and mumbling nonsense. I was frightened, and couldn’t decide whether to stay with her or go find my friend.
When my friend saw her mother, she immediately screamed for someone to call an ambulance. Her mother needed to go to the hospital - apparently she has episodes where she goes insane. If we didn’t get her to the hospital in time, she would die.