memorable

I am on York High Street, and there is a HUGE jewellery store on the corner. I go in, and begin browsing rings in rotating glass cabinets, but this time I discuss the type of ring I would like with a shop assistant. That part of the dream seems to go on forever, and I sense that the ladies in the shop are in a much higher class than me, and wonder what I'm doing in such an expensive store. When I take one of the rings to the checkout, the lady checks the computer for my account, and I am scared that she will realise I bought a ring the day before. (HAHAHAHA, I'm such a loser in my dreams.)

The assistant looks at me strangely, but even in the dream I am not sure how much of this is in my own imagination, as I leave the shop, I feel a bit weird, but I continue on my merry way regardless.