Micha- A Disturbance of Lost Memories by Aimee - HTML preview

Jewelry Store

At a jewelry store with a friend; Frank, I think. I go to the counter to buy a present. There are several sales attendants behind glass counters. I go to the one on the left, as he is the only attendant who is free.

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Before that, I think in a mall, I line up at a ticket counter. Many people are in the line and it stretches right outside.

I ask the sales attendant for something that I want to buy. I forget what it is, but he does not seem to know or want to understand what I want. I ask to see the manager. The manager ignores me. I ask to see the owner of the store.

Then I find myself standing in front of several men. The little man I talked to at first, I remember him. He looks like a blend of the husbands of two of my coworkers. He wears glasses. The manager looks like the colonel in Are You Being Served. As to the owner, I cannot say who he resembles; he is tall with dark hair. There are also three other men standing with these three. They are all lined up in front of me and I am giving them a lecture on service. “What do I want? ”

I say, “Service.”

They consult together, come back and apologize. I say, “So you checked who I am, and I am a very good customer who makes many purchases. ” I say, “Where do I live? Ottawa. Where do I buy?

Drummondville. ” They all nod in agreement. I tell them I have always shopped at this jewelry store. That it is my favourite store.

As the dream ended, I was being handed gifts, as they were wrapped, by each of the men. The only gift I vaguely remember was something green. Might have been a long green silk scarf; green as in forest green, money green.