Dream Journal

I was inside of some kind of san rio gift shop, with bright white interior. There was a line for something that went out the door onto the sidewalk and into the store next door. This place feels like those two gift shops on Irving street. I remember very distinctively that I was wearing Annayake Undo. I was with a friend, unidentifiable but feels like it was Jackie.

Two pretty asian girls walk by us and get in line, I give my friend a silly look and follow them into the line (like a creeper). I begin to talk with the girls and we become friendly with one another. Both come in close and smell the fragrance from my neck. The hot one even kisses it.

We talk about how this is the 5th time they are trying to stream HBO shows in the internet. One of the girls tells me that she couldn't use her footage because I was wearing my Paul Frank shirt, and that too many people wear it. We move along in line, and at this point we are out of the first store and on the sidewalk about to enter the 2nd store. The hot girl gets out of line to go somewhere. I notice that the line is composed of mainly young Asian girls, and one of them is crying.