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04:18:2005 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Tourists"
DREAM: Tourists
Stan and I were in a strange, small touristy town with lots of old buildings made into little tourist shops down the side streets. Some of the shops were all connected together, and when you walked into them they seemed newer, like a mall. We looked into a few shops, some sold beads. I wandered off on my own and went into a vaccuous (sp?) store that sold clothes with a middle-eastern flair. I looked at a shirt that was one of those half-jackets that didn't really cover your front...just something to wear over a bustier as it really was only a pair of long sleaves...Laura Palmer was wearing something like this the night Donna came over before Laura headed to the Roadhouse in Fire Walk wth Me...except mine was even less of a jacket in front, and more blousey in the sleeves. It was black with lime green sequins (I'm not really the sequin type). I put it on, but there wasn't any way to pay for it as no one was minding the store, so I left with it on. I then found Stan and he said we probably should go beause we've visited most of the stores there were. I told him that there were some Polish stores down the street that sold amber that we hadn't visited, and he insisted that we did. I assured him that we DIDN'T, and finally grabbed his cheeks (kinda hard...he's pretty thin and doesn't HAVE cheeks). I forced him to come with me to visit the Polish stores. On the way, we walked into other stores that all connected to eachother. Some looked like they sold pharmaceuticals, others looked like they were mall churches (insert Karl Marx reference here). I found the place where I bought the shirt....it was behind a big door. I pushed on the door, but it seemed to open on its own. There was a man behind the door, opening it for us, as if he knew we were coming. He was a large, plump Asian man dressed up in a cheesey genie costume...like some bad casting job from the mid-century. I told him that I wanted to pay for the shirt I was wearing...I guess he was none too pleased that I had walked off with it, but respected my honesty as I did pay for it. I forgot what happened next, but in a later part of the dream I'm in a motel that's right in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. It's a Monday morning and kids are going to school. For some reason, Stan and I want to watch something outside...something to do with dogs. I'm just in my bra and underwear, so Stan turns off the light in the room and we pull open the curtains. I'm hoping no one would see me.
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Sorry, we didn't find more amber.
Posted by Stan @ 04:18:2005:08:29 PM CST
By Ann @ 08:32 AM CST:04:18:05 ..::Link::..
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