target-abroad
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i had a dream. it seems i remember my dreams better when i sleep alone. at least they seem to be connected this weekend. so in this dream i was in a huge and more legant target. It must have been halloween time, because i was in an isle with a lot of halloween decorations. in particular, there were large figureines, like enlarged christmas tree ornaments, of tigger and garfield wearing black zorro masks and capes, all lined up on shelves. i think they were supposed to be put in yards and such, but htye were very sparkly and fragile. i then wandered through the kitchen area, with isles of pots and pans, and even little demo kitchens set up, like at Home Expo. I wandered further, and the main isle widened, and i came to this majestic staircase, with great huge windows overlooking a golf course. It was like a really expensive hotel. I went down two flights of stairs, and then the staricase became wide and straight and plain whitewashed. it was going down into a basement type thing, with doors at the sides of the stairs into different rooms at different levels. I went into one, which was like a little boutique. It was dark, but i could still see things plainly. While i was in there i got to know the salesladies, who were older and really nice and not obviously trying to explicitly sell you something. While i was talking to them i realized i had lost my purse, put it down somewhere. So i had to retrace my steps and found it at one if the kitchen demos. I went back, and the saleslaides were just closing shop. they told me that i could go with them though. The dream changes entirely, and the salesladies are no longer with me. I am in a wide courntry lane, in the winter, and obviously in europe (some things just have this foreign feel to them). i continued upwards (it was in the mountains, foothills), and soon came upon a little store on one side of the road, and a huge house/farm/estate up higher in the mountainside on the other side of the road. it was perched loftily, with a windy drive that led up to it. It was truely beautiful, even though the other little buildings of the store center enhanced the setting. It was made of stone, with snow and ice trimming its eaves and cracks (but there wasnt snow on the ground). The ground was in patches of green and brown. The house was situated at the front of where the mountain stuck out too, and as i traveled around the corner of it, i saw a whole little glen, full of similar (but all different) houses. It was a little villiage, with the road heading right up through the middle of the glen. I was excited, speechless, and thrilled to be where i was, and taking pictures and talking to myself, and writing things down, very in the moment. I might have been on the phone too, at one point, but i woke up soon after the discovery of the glen.
erica
i had a dream. it seems i remember my dreams better when i sleep alone. at least they seem to be connected this weekend. so in this dream i was in a huge and more legant target. It must have been halloween time, because i was in an isle with a lot of halloween decorations. in particular, there were large figureines, like enlarged christmas tree ornaments, of tigger and garfield wearing black zorro masks and capes, all lined up on shelves. i think they were supposed to be put in yards and such, but htye were very sparkly and fragile. i then wandered through the kitchen area, with isles of pots and pans, and even little demo kitchens set up, like at Home Expo. I wandered further, and the main isle widened, and i came to this majestic staircase, with great huge windows overlooking a golf course. It was like a really expensive hotel. I went down two flights of stairs, and then the staricase became wide and straight and plain whitewashed. it was going down into a basement type thing, with doors at the sides of the stairs into different rooms at different levels. I went into one, which was like a little boutique. It was dark, but i could still see things plainly. While i was in there i got to know the salesladies, who were older and really nice and not obviously trying to explicitly sell you something. While i was talking to them i realized i had lost my purse, put it down somewhere. So i had to retrace my steps and found it at one if the kitchen demos. I went back, and the saleslaides were just closing shop. they told me that i could go with them though. The dream changes entirely, and the salesladies are no longer with me. I am in a wide courntry lane, in the winter, and obviously in europe (some things just have this foreign feel to them). i continued upwards (it was in the mountains, foothills), and soon came upon a little store on one side of the road, and a huge house/farm/estate up higher in the mountainside on the other side of the road. it was perched loftily, with a windy drive that led up to it. It was truely beautiful, even though the other little buildings of the store center enhanced the setting. It was made of stone, with snow and ice trimming its eaves and cracks (but there wasnt snow on the ground). The ground was in patches of green and brown. The house was situated at the front of where the mountain stuck out too, and as i traveled around the corner of it, i saw a whole little glen, full of similar (but all different) houses. It was a little villiage, with the road heading right up through the middle of the glen. I was excited, speechless, and thrilled to be where i was, and taking pictures and talking to myself, and writing things down, very in the moment. I might have been on the phone too, at one point, but i woke up soon after the discovery of the glen.
erica