In the next dream I was part of a group at a crystal convention or show. I was with another girl, checking out a man's booth. He was sitting there, and the girl was taking her time looking over a tiered collection. I could see a couple plastic mermaids with curled tails that I handled and returned to the top tier. I had a small pack of laminated cards in the palm of my hand. When the girl was finally done looking the keeper got up said, "That's enough.", and closed the display, folded it up like a ladder, and returned it to a case behind the counter. I told him I didn't get a chance to look at it, but he didn't care. I looked over the rest of his goods and the little pack of cards that had photos of capybaras on them and put them back. I continued to browse through the many vendors with big crystals and red hematite points, but didn't see anything I wanted. One of the sellers told me that the salty man had things stolen from him.
Finally, I walked past Ron's study. He was sitting at his desk and had something dark running down the temple of the left side of his head. He asked me to leave so he could cry.
