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mokie_edomI was in a gloomy little comic shop that specialized in goth and horror material. Someone had slipped me a $20 before I came in, but I wasn't looking at prices as I picked up a stack of books I was interested in and took them to the counter. The man there started scanning them before I was ready--in retrospect at least, I believe I just wanted a place to set them down for a moment, though I think perhaps I might have been going spend-crazy without thinking of funds beforehand.
A line was forming behind me, and I was worried about what they'd think of me as I told them man I wasn't ready yet, and needed to sort through them first. I added that he should perhaps have a counter where folks could set their selections down to pick through, and a chick nearby (leaning on a counter, of course) said she often wished there were something like that. I felt a measure more relief, and noticed there were fewer people waiting to actually buy and leave than I'd thought before.
The man understood and laughed, and flipped through some of the comics with me, commenting on prices. "Yeah, that one's $600--I wondered about that." (A surprising number were $619, $629...) I picked out a few that were nifty and prepared to pay, using up some smaller bills instead of the $20, since it was so cheap. As I shoved my change into my wallet and walked through the door, I noticed that some of the other money in the wallet was irridescent and metallic, fake money I supposed, and I hoped I hadn't used any of that to pay...but knew I had when he ran out after me.
I followed him back into the store to pay properly, and opened the wallet, telling him I knew I had a real, proper $20 bill in there somewhere. When I found it, I noticed what I hadn't before--$200, not $20. I could buy more stuff!
The shopkeeper seemed to go a bit hysterical after that, and urged me out of the store.
Notes and explanatory details
#1: The goth chick leaning on the counter was the same one I went to college with, and had a big crush on. No meaning to it, I suspect, but pleasant nonetheless.
#2: The metallic/irridescent money reminded me a bit too much of the Farscape/Stargate SG-1 card that I was using as a bookmark shortly before going to bed, down to the colors, so I think that perhaps my feverish brain pulled it in as a convenient device.
#3: I had some considerable boob-trouble in the dream. The actual mammaries in question were much smaller than in reality, but I barely noticed that; it was my lawndart-like nipples that concerned me. They stood erect under my striped shirt, and had begun to bleed onto the material. The shirt itself seemed fitted around them, like the plastic coverpieces on an electronic ear-thermometer. Someone commented on them as I was looking through books, and I laughed and pulled at the shirt, but they slipped back in regardless, and it seemed to me that though they should hurt, bleeding like they were, there was no actual sensation to them.
All of this was a moment's side-thought in the dream.
A line was forming behind me, and I was worried about what they'd think of me as I told them man I wasn't ready yet, and needed to sort through them first. I added that he should perhaps have a counter where folks could set their selections down to pick through, and a chick nearby (leaning on a counter, of course) said she often wished there were something like that. I felt a measure more relief, and noticed there were fewer people waiting to actually buy and leave than I'd thought before.
The man understood and laughed, and flipped through some of the comics with me, commenting on prices. "Yeah, that one's $600--I wondered about that." (A surprising number were $619, $629...) I picked out a few that were nifty and prepared to pay, using up some smaller bills instead of the $20, since it was so cheap. As I shoved my change into my wallet and walked through the door, I noticed that some of the other money in the wallet was irridescent and metallic, fake money I supposed, and I hoped I hadn't used any of that to pay...but knew I had when he ran out after me.
I followed him back into the store to pay properly, and opened the wallet, telling him I knew I had a real, proper $20 bill in there somewhere. When I found it, I noticed what I hadn't before--$200, not $20. I could buy more stuff!
The shopkeeper seemed to go a bit hysterical after that, and urged me out of the store.
Notes and explanatory details
#1: The goth chick leaning on the counter was the same one I went to college with, and had a big crush on. No meaning to it, I suspect, but pleasant nonetheless.
#2: The metallic/irridescent money reminded me a bit too much of the Farscape/Stargate SG-1 card that I was using as a bookmark shortly before going to bed, down to the colors, so I think that perhaps my feverish brain pulled it in as a convenient device.
#3: I had some considerable boob-trouble in the dream. The actual mammaries in question were much smaller than in reality, but I barely noticed that; it was my lawndart-like nipples that concerned me. They stood erect under my striped shirt, and had begun to bleed onto the material. The shirt itself seemed fitted around them, like the plastic coverpieces on an electronic ear-thermometer. Someone commented on them as I was looking through books, and I laughed and pulled at the shirt, but they slipped back in regardless, and it seemed to me that though they should hurt, bleeding like they were, there was no actual sensation to them.
All of this was a moment's side-thought in the dream.
