Monday, November 30, 2015

Not much stock in dreams

I don't place much stock in night dreams.  They are flights of fancy my brain takes by putting together various bits of my day in random order and context.

Last night I dreamed I was meeting someone at a very posh restaurant called IISI.  It wasn't set up like any restaurant I'd ever seen.  Very ultra modern.  It was also somewhat exclusive, not somewhere I would ever go to on my own.

So I went to meet my friend and I had my backpack purse on, and once I got inside I was told, "We don't serve campers." Maybe they thought my purse made me look like a homeless person or something?  I don't know, but clearly I was not up to their clientele.  Twice I tried to get in, and twice I was turned away.  Trouble is that my friend was inside, and I needed them to tell her that I was not, and they just seemed so put out with me.  Like I was too lowly for them. It was bizarre.

1 comment:

  1. What a weird dream.. Maybe you should get a new purse, just in case.. haha