Dreamt I was downtown at night in an old theater. There were some other girls, maybe Hispanic, with dark hair. There was a dark little bathroom, like a nook. There was more to the dream, but being the first of several it's fuzzy: something about a mix-up and bad parking in an alley, maybe even a test, and Mummy might've been there, but I'm not sure.
Then, it was day, and I was shopping in a card shop for gifts. I was waiting in a very long line. When the girl checked-me-out, I was confused as to how the total was over seventy dollars. What I had gotten, some old books and cards, was not what I'd thought, some Funko Pops. I asked the girl how much was the paper back. It was old and stained. Forty-two dollars and another price were scribbled on the soiled back cover in black Sharpie. I was getting it for my ex-sister-in-law, I told her, nevermind, I didn't want it, and to also take three other items off, some cards and another book. She had to call her manager, and a man waiting three customers back was getting impatient and cantankerous. Her manager, a dark haired woman, came out, and I told her it was my fault. Meanwhile some other customers, an elderly couple, were checking out some large felt caroler dolls that were mounted on the wall opposite the cash register. They were two-dimensional, and sort of folksy looking: cute.
Then, as I was standing at the counter I was transported to another dream where I was pulling coffee colored pea sort of growths off of my throat like removing sunburnt skin.
Finally, I dreamt that Ron's cousin had hugged me. We were standing on the side of the road by my car. Why, afterwards, I had to explain this to a cop, I have no idea. I might've been an alibi. I told the officer I didn't know why he hugged me nor could I make-out what he had said.
