maboroshi

I was in a clothing store with one or a few women. The store lighting and the carpet were kind of grey. The clothing racks were stuffed. One woman had a grocery cart with her, full of clothes.

I was picking out clothes, women's clothes, too, apparently. I had found a girls' fleece jacket that I liked. It was maroon with tiny, green dots. I put it in the cart.

Now the other women were here. We might have been planning to leave. I looked in the cart and saw that the jacket was now grey or beige. I told everybody to wait, that I had put the wrong jacket in the cart.

I lfound another maroon jacket, but it was way too big for me. I looked at the beige or grey fleece again. It was definitely small enough for me. But I wanted maroon. Now I saw that the jacket was reversible.

Some of us were now going to try on clothes. There were two pretty girls who wanted me to try on clothes with them. I went with one of the girls. I hoped the other girl wouldn't be sad that I didn't go with her.

But now the first girl led me to a room like a bathroom. She opened the door, revealing a bathtub. The other girl was inside, taking a bath. I now realized we were all going to "try on clothes," I.e. take a bath, together.

I was suddenly on a bed in a bedroom that might also have been a cafe or a restaurant like a nice pizzeria. There were a couple women standing around the bed.

One of the women talked about being something like a ghost hunter. I asked her some detail about a time something came out of the bed. It had risen up like a huge ghost.

I asked the woman, "Did you grab onto it?" But the woman didn't want to talk about it.

Somehow, from this woman or the other woman, I'd gotten the understanding that the woman had been carried down through the bed and into a place like hell. It had been terrible, and the woman didn't like to remember it.

I now saw one of the women distinctly. She looked like a character from a story of mine. She wore a pink and black striped shirt, a tie, and a black trenchcoat. She had spiky, red hair. She also had a weird necklace of something like Christmas "snow" cotton around her neck.

I walked (backwards?) with her toward the front of the store, which was now definitely a cafe. I sat down on the couch. I felt like a little child. I was really attracted to the woman. But I also felt like I wanted her to be my mother.

Now another woman sat on the couch beside me. She was really attractive. She might have been about 10 years older than I.

She said, in a motherly way, that I should refill my coffee. She said she was going to get some more, too. I should go with her.

I felt bad for leaving the other girl. So I hesitated. But the other girl told me to go. So I went.

As we stood in line, I looked at some chocolate-white-swirled muffins. I was trying to explain some episode of Friends to the woman. I thought it would make me look cool, even though I never watch Friends.

I kept seeing an image of Chandler. I kept trying to remember the funny thing I wanted to talk about.

But now suddenly I saw, as if I were in it, an early episode of the Simpsons. Bart and Lisa were very young. They were home alone, taking care of Maggie.

Lisa realized something. That made the cartoon change to an even earlier episode. The characters were extremely crudely drawn. Maggie had Maggie's body but something like the (crudely drawn) head of Marzipan from Strong Bad.

Lisa said to Maggie, "Hey little girl. But you're not a little girl. I'm a little girl. So that makes you a baby. It's like you're my and Bart's baby!"

Bart walked away. Lisa now said, "I wonder what it was like when I was a baby?"

Lisa now lay back and fell into a reverie. She woke up in a zebra-striped (???) baby swing.

A young non-animation couple lay asleep on the couch. The woman was dressed up like the Genie from I Dream of Genie. The man was dressed up like a strange adult version of Jariten from Urusei Yatsura.

The man stood up and lifted the baby out of the swing. The baby was now a boy, and I identified with him somehow, while still identifying him with Lisa.

The man held the boy close and said something like, "Hey, little guy. You and me are like pals, right?"

I got the feeling that the man and woman weren't the baby's mother and father, but were more like his/her babysitters or older siblings/cousins.

I was with three male friends who I don't really recognize. They all seemed to be about 10-15 years older than me, tallish, a little overweight, and wearing touristy t-shirts, shorts, baseball caps, and sunglasses.

We were in a small building that was kind of busy and full of people. We were planning to leave. But first I had to go to the bathroom.

The restroom was huge and full of people. It was kind of humid, a little dirty, and it smelled like urine. There was a big line, which annoyed me. But there were a lot of stalls, so everybody was moving fast.

At the head of the line were the only urinals -- three small, wide open urinals awkwardly placed on a small edge of wall. I got one of the urinals instead of a stall.

As I was using the urinal, I felt like something to my right was getting my pants leg a little wet. I looked to my right.

There was no urinal to my right, but another guy was using a small plastic grate in the floor. The grate was under some shelf or sink on the wall, so the guy had to aim weird to get the grate. It was splashing a little and hitting my pants leg.

The guy was tallish, well-groomed, and well-dressed. The guy looked at me in a mean way. I could see that he was mad I had been in line ahead of him, and that he'd decided he'd go before me no matter what, even if he had to use a grate in the floor.

I think that in the dream I finished in the bathroom and went somewhere else, possibly some small, white building in the woods. But I can't remember now.