If dreams only last awhile, this one had everything. Here is hopefully the short version.
Out having a drink with a friend in a big city(dressed as a man) Must have said something wrong to somebody because we were now being chased. Tried to use trains, the crowd, and museum stairs to escape. I ended up doubling back and ended up on a street corner. My UBER ride fell through and I am now on the opposite corner.
The store is TG Boutique and I go in to hide. The place is only open from 2 till 8 PM. Thank goodness it was 2:05 pm. I go in and I am welcomed in to shop. I start looking around, to find out what I like. The place is busy and many different people are passing me in various forms of dressing. A SA helps me and at least gets me to try on a dress.
I am back on my own. I am going to different parts of the store. No bras in my size. No clothes in my size. No shoes in my size and there is every size but size 12. The place has no wigs left. I finally found a pair of purple heels on clearance and half the color is scractched. I have free reign and nothing is fitting.
Well I finally woke up and now I am pissed. I am not really looking for analysis, (no please analyze if you want...that would be fun to here), as much as I want to rant. It’s 12 hours later and I am still mad. I do not get to dress that much. I want a little luck if I get to dream about it.
This story is true as I have told it because I have no imagination. It is sadly now apart of my dream life. Why was this not forgotten as so many dreams? Why was I crushed?
Ok, dream story is true, being crushed is not.
Tami