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Continuing the jewellery theme, I had a wierd dream last night.
I dreamt that:
(A) Paul was mad at me (he even called me an idiot, quite angrily) for some reason -- how I was dressed, what I spent money on, something like that. We were going to meet his parents for some reason.
(B) After this nasty incident (but before meeting his parents for whatever-it-was) some random friendly aquaintence of mine (who I can't really remember...) decided to take me shopping.
(C) The store was on the corner of Bank and Slater, where there is currently a Second Cup. It was a funky jewellery and clothing store (sort of like the independent stores you get in Montreal, up on the Mountain) and there were black blouses and tops made of velvet and chiffone with lace and brocade(?) trim, and stuff.
(D) There was also an immense four-strand necklace made of blue pearls accented with disks of mother-of-pearl. It was awesome. The shortest of the strands hit just below my solar-plexus and the longest one was about level with my belly-button. (About four inches of space, basically). The longest one had a fringe of these pearls as well (about two inches accross, roughly), tipped with those same mother-of-pearl discs. I think it may have had an ornate/vintage clasp at the back, but I'm not sure.
(E) While looking at this loot with love in my eyes, and knowing that -- after what I spent at the Pagan Conference on jewellery this year -- I couldn't aford another $86 for that pearl necklace (which, frankly, is a pretty good deal, I expect), let alone the cost of the other three items I had my eye on, especially with Paul mad at me for some reason, my singing teacher, Juliette came in. She had her long hair back (which she hasn't had for a few years now).
(F) Shortly thereafter a bank-street-wide fire-alarm/air-syren went off. I had to rapidly unload the four items from the plastic bag I had put them in while picking out items I liked, before leaving the store. There was a general feeling of being rushed and not being able to get out of the shop in time.
Anyway. That was my dream. I'm not sure what it means, if anything. :-) Any thoughts? :-)
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon.
I dreamt that:
(A) Paul was mad at me (he even called me an idiot, quite angrily) for some reason -- how I was dressed, what I spent money on, something like that. We were going to meet his parents for some reason.
(B) After this nasty incident (but before meeting his parents for whatever-it-was) some random friendly aquaintence of mine (who I can't really remember...) decided to take me shopping.
(C) The store was on the corner of Bank and Slater, where there is currently a Second Cup. It was a funky jewellery and clothing store (sort of like the independent stores you get in Montreal, up on the Mountain) and there were black blouses and tops made of velvet and chiffone with lace and brocade(?) trim, and stuff.
(D) There was also an immense four-strand necklace made of blue pearls accented with disks of mother-of-pearl. It was awesome. The shortest of the strands hit just below my solar-plexus and the longest one was about level with my belly-button. (About four inches of space, basically). The longest one had a fringe of these pearls as well (about two inches accross, roughly), tipped with those same mother-of-pearl discs. I think it may have had an ornate/vintage clasp at the back, but I'm not sure.
(E) While looking at this loot with love in my eyes, and knowing that -- after what I spent at the Pagan Conference on jewellery this year -- I couldn't aford another $86 for that pearl necklace (which, frankly, is a pretty good deal, I expect), let alone the cost of the other three items I had my eye on, especially with Paul mad at me for some reason, my singing teacher, Juliette came in. She had her long hair back (which she hasn't had for a few years now).
(F) Shortly thereafter a bank-street-wide fire-alarm/air-syren went off. I had to rapidly unload the four items from the plastic bag I had put them in while picking out items I liked, before leaving the store. There was a general feeling of being rushed and not being able to get out of the shop in time.
Anyway. That was my dream. I'm not sure what it means, if anything. :-) Any thoughts? :-)
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon.
