In a bag store with wooden floors I look around, not seeing what I want.
I remind myself of the lovely bag I saw a couple of days ago and how the woman holding it told me to look on Rambam when I complimented her on it.
The salesman says, "You have to look at this weird pair of shoes” and sits me down next to a wooden table. There is someone on the other side of it, and while he sets somewhat bulky, gaudy sneakers on the table, some guy starts fiddling with my hair the front of which is up in a ponytail.
I become exhausted and literally nod off while I sit there and wake up.
It was like falling asleep in reverse as if the dream world was the real one.
I thought, as I woke, a madly crowing bird yelped from outside my window WILL IT, at least six times.
Note:
I had this dream experience on the last day of Passover. It was a full, non-doing holiday; no telephones, computers or TV. After two hours of "A Blessing on the Moon" I dozed quickly and had the dream.
The ponytail was a childish kind of style I found myself joking around with in bed this morning.
I wasn’t sure which meaning of ‘will’ was implied in WILL IT.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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