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Last night I dreamt my parents, brother and I went to London and got lost in a huge store. When we did find our way to the exit I had to go back in look for our coats.
The store had the usual assortment of strange stuff that stores in my dreams carry: when I was trying to sort out our coats from the knickknacks I noticed frozen-charlotte dolls with 8 MB drives built into them; the map of the store indicated it was in a giant pyramid-shaped building. There was a boutique for people who like A. A. Milne, but not Winnie-the-Pooh - it sold reproductions of furnishings from Milne’s house, photos of his garden, etc. (In the dream, Milne had been famous for his gardening skills.)
I had bought a much more expensive shirt than I ever would in waking life, and was frantically trying to get our stuff together before the bus came by. There would be another bus if we missed it, but this was the champagne bus (it may also have served sushi, or that might have been another bus).
The store had the usual assortment of strange stuff that stores in my dreams carry: when I was trying to sort out our coats from the knickknacks I noticed frozen-charlotte dolls with 8 MB drives built into them; the map of the store indicated it was in a giant pyramid-shaped building. There was a boutique for people who like A. A. Milne, but not Winnie-the-Pooh - it sold reproductions of furnishings from Milne’s house, photos of his garden, etc. (In the dream, Milne had been famous for his gardening skills.)
I had bought a much more expensive shirt than I ever would in waking life, and was frantically trying to get our stuff together before the bus came by. There would be another bus if we missed it, but this was the champagne bus (it may also have served sushi, or that might have been another bus).
