I was shopping for furniture in a red nightgown that was ripped under both arms.
In the dream, I’m walking through this long, long store full of showrooms while holding my arms straight at my side, hoping against all hope to hide the fact that my clothing is ripped. It’s not working very well.
At some point I decide this shopping trip is too much for me.
I’m not clothed appropriately, and there is no furniture in here, although I keep walking and walking and see lots of sales people on the “sales” floors that flow from one to another in rapid succession. There is something I’m able to see, not sure its furniture but it could be, behind thick meant-to-be-transparent plastic sheets that go floor to ceiling in each room. It’s like the place is a warehouse, but the entrance is like a Costco, and there are salespeople everywhere, all professionally dressed, all eager to sell, but what?
Anyway, I decide at some point I need to leave. I’m self-conscious, and maybe because of that, but maybe not, I decide to put my clear plastic hair barrettes in my mouth.
I’m now headed out of the store, through voluminous showrooms, trying to keep my ripped armpits from being seen by others…my arms straight down at my sides. I’m hustling through salespeople with barrettes in my mouth, when I think of the large piece of pineapple I left at the door when I came into the store. The guy outside said I couldn’t bring it in with me. It was a big slab, so I didn’t want to leave it behind. I’m worried it will be covered with dust and debris by the time I get back to it. The door man had said, “Just leave it on the ledge over there. You can pick it up when you come out.” So I did!!!
As I’m running with my arms straight down at my sides, monster-like, and thinking of the pineapple slab and what condition it will be in when I retrieve it, I swallow one of my barrettes.
Swallow it!! But just one…and it’s stuck! In my throat. At the base of my throat; inside, where my throat meets my neck. Stuck! I can feel it there. It hurts.
I try to swallow hard to get it down.
Then I try to cough it up.
Nuts! It won’t budge!
I can’t get it to go either way.
And then the horrid thought hits me that there will be a surgery in my future, and I decide to leave the pineapple slab and just go home.
Finally, I find the exit.
The dream ends…
I blame the Tylenol PM I took last night for this wacky, crazy dream, but it could be something else going on. Maybe…
All I know is that that big ole juicy pineapple slab was lost to me, and for that reason, I’m sad. LOL
Do you ever have weird dreams? What do you make of them?
BTW: it was the best sleep I’ve had in weeks! Go Figure!!