DREAMS

I seemed to have gotten hold of a shop...was run down inside; the previous owner had sold women's clothing, but hadn't properly cleaned out the store as she'd left. I was poking around it. There was a small amount of clothing left, enough perhaps for a couple of racks, if I condensed it (and had a final markdown sale).

I seemed to have access to/own it, but didn't seem to know quite how to run it. Almost as if I'd 'bought' it to have a space to go to, and hadn't realized what was involved. The decor was semi-run down; there were some tattered or semi-removed posters near a desk in one corner, which was raggedy, surface marred. Sort of a run-down French Provincial look. Bright yellow paint. I opened the few drawers and found a couple of utensils, including a cooking pot, then a drawer full of beef or mushroom stroganoff. I quickly closed it again, half amused, half disgusted, wondering what had possessed the former occupant (female) to leave that in there like that.

I was going to contentedly spend the morning (Sunday) in there, as I said, without knowing how to run it properly. As if I liked playing around in there, even while not knowing how to treat it like what it actually was (a store, capable of bringing in an income). I found myself saying to myself I'd always wanted a small business, and wondered idly if I was capable of operating a small store without help. Was just going to hang out there, without letting anyone from the outside come in.

A woman and her girl child, perhaps another younger male child, wandered inside (I'd forgotten to lock the door, perhaps?) and I noticed them poking around near the desk, and the girl found the stroganoff-filled drawer, to her shock. Mother and I were amused, me ruefully so. The mother asked if I were going to be open when I explained to them that I wasn't open yet; I hastily said I would be; would have a sale.