Dream #31 (monday the 24th)
I'm at a Hollister and in a changing room (wooden swinging door with slats which you can't see out of) which is located to the right of the check out counter. It's kind of an odd and not that private place to put it but whatever. It's my head. I'm in there stealing a bunch of stuff but I have a shopping cart in there with me. I have all these clothes from my closet on hangers, like i'm a wandering vagrant and I have them in the shopping cart. I open up the door and see a guy employee wearing a lime green rubber mini skirt that's for sale there. I asked him what size is that and he said it's a 31. In this dream, I logically wear a 40 so I thought that it wouldn't work out, but the guy said that a 30 will fit someone who's 150 pounds. So I say what the heck and the smallest size available, a 31, a try. I close the door to the changing room and the skirt fits perfectly on me. There's a mirror to the right so I posing in front of it. I'm wearing a silky orange blouse on top with a low cleavage frilly neck. I check out my side and then my ass. I even flex my calves and wholeheartedly thought that if i was a girl, I would have a killer body. I was impressed. I took the skirt off and and stuffed it underneath all my other clothes in my cart. I walk out the room and find the owner of the store on the other side of the front desk saying goodbye to a kid who's working as the cashier. The owner also says goodbye to me and says he likes my shirt. Now, I'm in a crimson Mariners t-shirt. It just has the logo on the chest. The owner leaves and the cashier chuckles at me. I am offended and think that he just doesn't like West Coast baseball and only roots for the east coast so i'm yelling at him calling him a prick and asking what's so funny, what he has against the west coast etc. and that i'll fuck him up.