Something must be really wrong with me when I actually start dreaming about shopping.
I dreamed that there was a bazaar near my house. LIke, just outside my garden.
I went in but the owner of the first stall was no where to be seen! The stall belonged to Ministry of Clothes and they had the most beautiful tights on their racks. I picked out all the beautiful printed ones (and can even sort out a few that I didn’t want, what the hell?!) and then walked around a bit, and went home without paying!!
OMG. WHO IN THE WORLD DREAMS ABOUT SHOPPING?!?!