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Thankfully, it wasn't one of the recurring stress dreams. No, it was the dream where I find the perfect thrift store, full of petticoats, lace-up boots, fitted jackets, and interesting books. In last night's edition of the dream, I was at this thrift store with a bunch of people: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ashbet, kambriel, mineke, poh, and minim_calibre were the ones I spoke to, but there were swarms of you people there. poh was especially happy, because the thrift store had a pair of the "ninjer" boots he was coveting for something like $10. Me, I was delighted because I had just found the stash of pink petticoats that were $5 each AND a b&w stripy blazer.
... then the dream shifted, and I was stuck somewhere trying to prepare for the zombie apocalypse. My subconscious doesn't play fair, sometimes.
ashbet, kambriel, mineke, poh, and minim_calibre were the ones I spoke to, but there were swarms of you people there. poh was especially happy, because the thrift store had a pair of the "ninjer" boots he was coveting for something like $10. Me, I was delighted because I had just found the stash of pink petticoats that were $5 each AND a b&w stripy blazer. ... then the dream shifted, and I was stuck somewhere trying to prepare for the zombie apocalypse. My subconscious doesn't play fair, sometimes.
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Drat those dream shifts. At least everyone was beautifully dressed for the zombie apocalypse.