I've woken up at the purple witches house, and I'm trying to leave, in the foyer I'm sorting through piles of purple knickers, bras, looking for my stuff, I'm pretty sure I know what happened but I can't remember a thing, for the best I'm sure. Leaving her house it's the same as a hundred others, high in a suburb in Vancouver-not-Vancouver or Calgary-not-Calgary, a short way on I realize I could never find my way back to her, but then why would I?...
**(note - purple witch is someone I encounter almost daily in real life. There is 0% chance I would find myself in her bed...so, the curious life of dreams, that puts you in bed with people you'd never consider for that purpose...)
the Second: That I'm in an old run down thrift shop with (??), and they've just received a big lot of old books. 200 year old musty tomes, thick leather bindings, parchment pages, and I'm looking through them, some are blank, or are filled with curious historical fancies and type, I'm enchanted, picking them up and looking through them, one - has recently been repurposed, it's blank pages filled with thick impasto acrylic abstract paintings, another, blank pages, flipping through it, then an interesting article, ...
I'm filling my arms, there's another pile of books, oversized, like atlases, and one, titled "Wiser's History..." is priced at (???) I'm surprised at how some are free and others expensive...
...and looking for one I set down am discovering that no sooner do I pick them up then they are disappearing from my grasp...
I run into Christopher, who's looting the 25 cent bin, curious little things, sorted for him and me....
I'm going now to check-out, look in the glass case at the checkout for any interesting watches, and this tall, angular wavy-haired redhead seeks to block me, gets in front, spreads her legs and bends over the case, she's blocking me, deliberately, maliciously,
...and I'm pissed and because she's tall she's leaning a great deal over the case and so I position my legs between hers and spread them and now she's trapped, and she's getting angry and lecturing me about her "5th Amendment Rights" and now I've done it, confronted the store Karen....
****weird dreams, the frequent waking due to the cold means that I remember them more often, but not all of them, merely a few cycles. Upon waking the phrase was stuck in my head "Lux in Arcana",