Dreamland

A couple of times I go from the car to buy something at an outdoor stand or maybe it’s more like a garage sale, and each time I forget my wallet which is in the car. It’s Irene’s car and she’s there with me in the dream.

The first time I come back to the car get my wallet which is in the back seat on the passenger side, and continue over to the sales place. It’s a place kind of like the county fair in that there are cars parked around ,and people walking around, and stuff strewn on the ground. When I get there the goods are strewn on the ground but I don’t think there’s any actual transaction and I don’t bring anything back.

Then I come back to the car My skis are next to the side of the car along with another pair of skis, but Irene says “Oh, THERE are your skis.” “But the ski rack is broken.” No, it’s not, I say, pointing out that it is a rack which holds the skis upright rather than flat, and so it might appear broken but that’s the way it works.

For some reason I am thinking about the prevailing colors of clothing, dictated in a way by manufacturers, you know “this fall, colors will be russet and gray and other muted dark colors” and I assume it is to save money on not having to make lots of different kinds of dyes. And so the second time I go over to purchase something, Irene says “I think you should get a bra. Get a gray one.” This is for me to wear, you understand. And I say, “No, that’s not my type of thing, I’m more given to fluttery brightly colored fabrics,” and then I don a fluttery nylon windbreaker which is multicolored, with bright yellow and bright aquamarine, and maybe purple, it turns out it matches the windbreaker style of pants I’m wearing, and I go over to the outdoor sale, flapping in the breeze feeling exposed yet comfortable, as these are outer garments after all, as brightly colored as they may be, and I’m stepping over things strewn on the ground (not sure what) but of course I forget my wallet and have to go back and get it from the rear passenger seat of Irene’s car, which doesn’t really seem like it was her Honda.

And I get to the location of the sale, and again there’s no transaction, and I come back without getting anything.

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