January 7th, 2006


More fun with dreams.

So I'm in a giant department store that is somehow affiliated with my college, and I'm queuing to buy tube tickets. There's a group of idiots unable to press buttons and a young man, beautiful in a tousled, indie sort of way, who works in the store, is trying to explain it to them. He gives me an apologetic smile and I notice he's wearing a PVC tie; at the same moment that I think "ooh, that's interesting" one of the idiots rushes at him shrieking like a banshee, "Help me! Help me! I need a dress for my wedding!" Unfazed, he takes her by the hand and leads her across the aisle to a rack of dresses, hands her one in dark pink silk with a gold cape. She changes into it right there - she's wearing huge, Victorian underwear - and while she's fastening the dress he swiftly piles her hair into a chignon, though because it's made of wiry ringlets it doesn't entirely work. He gives her some goose fat to use as lipstick.

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Then my alarm went off, which annoyed me rather. I want to know whether we somehow got away.

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