Dreams 11/9

So many dreams to document, let's see what I remember. First, I was with Ron in a dark motel. He was a grifter. I think there was a white woman with a short brown ponytail, a swimming pool, and an orange cat, but if I try to fill-in the details on that one, I fear I'll be making them up, so I'll go on to the next, which was the most interesting. I was in an old town with cobblestone streets. I think it was Denmark. I was dressed in old-fashioned clothes: long skirt, blouse, vest, complete with a babushka. I believe I was young. I was in and out of a public office due to some sort of scandal. It involved a sort of "maid or maiden". Once again, everything was dimly lit. This went on for some time until I went outside the door of the office, on to the street, and found a burlap bundle on the doorstep. It looked like a body, but was only about two feet long. I picked it up, and it was warm and moving, so I was cradling it like a child, making sure I was supporting the head. I brought it in to the office and sat down on the wooden bench and unwrapped it. It was a little naked white woman with short dark blonde hair in tight curls. She had very bright eyes and told me to, "run", so I did. Now, I was in Italy on a kind of a field trip with a group. I remember I did not have a lot of money. I bought a little blue owl knickknack with multicolored feathers. It looked Venetian, but I don't think I was in Venice. Next, I was still dressed the same, but seemed to be in a more modern building. I knew I was in Ireland. I was barefoot, so found my little flat black leather shoes. I had to pee, so was looking for a toilet. I found one in the back, only it had glass walls. I had to pee so bad, I did not care, but somehow my breasts were exposed as I did so, and there was a perverted white man, thin, with short greasy grey hair, watching me. When I left the toilet, and I'm just calling it that, as I don't even recall a sink, the pervert said something to me, and I told him off. Now, I was in the front of the shop, and the rest of the group was there. The shop was full of things like crystals and silver jewelry, and was very expensive. I was looking at a big crystal slab that was polished and cut like a corner stone. It was probably eight inches long and three-and-a-half inches wide at its widest. It looked something like Labradorite, with its grey inclusions, like smoke, but I think it was only rutilated quartz. It was marked $65,000, so I stopped looking at prices and only browsed at this point, figuring I could not afford anything in the shop. Meanwhile, my group was lining-up at the cash register with their little souvenirs. We seemed to be on a tight schedule and in a rush. I was looking in a mirror and a shop keeper with brown bobbed hair and a purple sweater asked me how old I was. I told her I was older than I looked. She said she was asking as I "had a question mark above my head". One of the items I recall from the shop, besides all of the crystal pendants, was a big silver moth. It was beautiful. A man came in and took out some of the group members. The same shop keeper told me they were not properly dressed, that their breast were exposed. The cashier was then talking to her, telling her the Trumps had been in town, but had skipped the shop entirely.  Now, we poured out of the shop on to our next stop. At this point I recall my friend, Brett, from grade school, was there. We were in another shop, only it seemed unattended. There were lots of glass cases encircling the counter. I remember a peach onyx bowl, and I told Brett I had a little one like that and that I liked it a lot. I do. There were also some bookmarks, they looked as if they were from The Book of Kells. Brett said he was determined to bring back souvenirs for everybody, and I was remembering that his family was Irish. But, we were rushed into a line for an outdoor concert and lunch. Brett was pretty put-off. There were a couple of boys at the end of the line using a cash machine that looked as if it came straight from a casino. They were counting two-hundred dollars, and their money was shuffled like cards. Now, I had my beast on. It's a long leather lined coat that looks Native American. I was outside, and it was a clear bright day. One of my tour guides, a white woman, probably in her thirties, with her dark hair pulled back, in a navy short set, grabbed a hold of my hand, and was leaning against me. She told me not to go, and I was thinking she was holding me up. She had a little dead looking sapling in one hand that had been uprooted. She was with a man, and I think he was Irish. I was thinking how I had to get into another line for lunch when I woke.