Okay so I'm , like, resolved to stop acting like someone I'm not and instead just be my regular ol' self, right? Okay so this dream totally summed it all up. Dude.
My dream begins as I enter a shopping mall by myself. It's also sort of a university, I think, but whatever. Lots of people, lots of levels, lots of shops.
I fall into The Gap and try on an outfit: funky asymmetrically cut t-shirt (light blue) with a white cotton sweater on top. The weirdly cut hem of the t-shirt hangs out from the sweater. I put on a pair of regular jeans.
With my old clothes in my hands, I walk out of the store (without paying) and begin browsing the mall. I didn't want to keep the outfit - I just wanted to wear it awhile. I planned to go back to The Gap, put my old clothes back on, and leave the Gap outfit where it rightfully belonged. (This really isn't so subtle, is it?)
As I wandered around the mall, I set off a couple of alarms in different stores and awkwardly tried to explain that I hadn't stolen from them and that I was going to return the tag-ridden outfit to The Gap. (Even the name of the store plays into the meaning, doesn't it? Fabulous.)
But then. Something Bad happened. I realized shops would be closing soon, and I couldn't remember where The Gap was. By the time I asked around and found it (on a deep level I didn't remember visiting - oooooh), I had lost my old clothes. I stood in the store wanting to return the outfit, but I had nothing in which to change. The 1985 version of my mom, dad, and sister suddenly appeared. The store had called them to help me. They looked perplexed, as did I, then they disappeared.
Then hubby showed up. I explained what happened and asked him to help me. I wasn't sure for a moment if he would. He looked a bit put out. Also, he had veneers and his teeth looked longer than normal which I didn't like at all.
It became apparent that the only thing to do was for hubby to purchase the "stolen" outfit for me to wear, but I didn't want it - I really didn't want it. And my old clothes were gone. And the store was closing. There was no good solution.
Fade to black.
Actually, I woke up with a headache. Thank God there IS a good solution in real life! I love T.S.D.s because they remind me that the deep desires of our hearts are real and they matter. Even when noise from life sometimes threatens to drown them out.
Happy weekend to you!
2 comments:
I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful love, in real life I would have tried harder and taken care of everything. I promise!!
That was awesome! The outfit sounds like it was totally 80's too, with the asymmetrical hem sticking out. Out with the old comfortable self, out with the ill-fitting/borrowed self. What's left? Totally funny that your family of origin wasn't able to help you.
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