When I found my desk at last, I discovered that our office had become a department store and it was opening day of the annual back-to-school sale. Horrifying--there were shoppers everywhere, and a huge auditorium had appeared in the middle of the store, full of hundreds of trainees.
The dream segued into shopping with my mother, who wouldn't buy me any fall clothes. I was enraged and obnoxious, and in the back of my mind, I knew it was unjustifiable, because I was of age and fully employed and living at home.
This of course illustrates:
* The unfixed nature of my internal compass
* Angst over my unreturned rental videos
* My fear of small schoolchildren
* A need to buy more clothes
I leave you with this stolen thought of the day:
