Dream Journal
B and I were shopping at a member’s warehouse akin to Costco’s. The aisles were so far apart from each other that we had to traverse the warehouse in our car. We stood looking through the racks of shirts and he pulled out a really pretty antique chemise with blue lace around the neckline for me to try on. I knew that it was too small, but I put it into the cart to try on anyway.
I remembered that I needed to get some face wash, so we drove over to the personal hygiene area. The area reminded me of the lumber yard where B used to work. The road between the aisles was very muddy, and we drove in and out of a ton of aisles but could not find the face wash or the shampoo. I saw some shampoo bottles in gallon jugs across a large mud pit, and I knew that the face wash would be over there as well.
We started across the mud pit and saw a little dog running around the mud pit. I could tell that it was a Miniature Schnauzer like our Lacey, and I wanted to pick it up and take it home. I saw an empty silver Oldsmobile parked by the shampoo and knew that the dog belonged to the car owner.
B said that he was really hungry, so we drove off with a group of senior citizen tourists to look for a food aisle or café.