clothing store.

Walking down a street in Portland, in a fancy part of town that reminds me of Nob Hill in London or something. Am with some girl; I forget who. Pass by a store, and it is a Red Light that is closing down, much to my surprise, and there is a heap of kind of brightly colored dresses in a corner of the window (I am reminded of some sort of blue-yellow Snow White type dress). I walk in to see what is going on and if they have any sales and there are two ladies who are working there. One owns the place and she is not happy; the other is a little more active but barely. They are cleaning things up, kind of, but before I know it I start to help them clear off a particular table full of clothing. I begin by hanging up some shirts and putting them on a rack, and as that is happening, I just have the obsessive need to finish moving them all. The girl I am with finds this weird and I ezplain that I started doing it so I have to finish. The ladies in the store pay me no real mind. some guy walks in and I think is wondering about sales; the more active lady says that there are no sales really. After I’ve finished cleaning it all, it seems the more active lady is getting ready to leave and I strike up a conversation with her on the way out. She basically says it is impossible to make enough money selling rare vintage goods in Portland because they tend to specialize in high-end one-of-a-kind rare pieces that cost a lot of money (this is not like Red Light in real life at all) and that it would only work in a city like Chicago or something. She also mentions that it might work up near the Pearl District and we soon get into talking about her band or something playing at some venue up there. She mentions playing at one particularly fancy one and I kind of make fun or her or disapprove in some way, and she agrees, in a sense, with that disapproval but thinks that it is a fine place to make some money or something. I think by this time we are outside talking about this and there is a group of people who has come to pick her up.

Fast-forward and I have just flown somewhere. I am getting onto a cart thing – like the kind they have inside the airport to move people around – only I am in the fifth row and the driver is one row ahead of me, in the fourth row. There are other passengers filling up the first to third rows, and one person next to the driver in the fourth row. Even though I am sitting on the vehicle (and I guess all of us have our luggage piled on there too), I am skeptical if I am riding on it because I can’t wrap my mind around how the driver would be in the fourth seat and why there would be a seat behind him. Soon, though, I find the entire cart moving and me moving along with it (before I ascertain that, though, I reach my hands out to grab onto the fourth row of seats in case this is not true) and there is an explicit detail that the cart has seats that are dark red-orange, and this is somehow of significance. Soon, Troy and I are in the back seat of a car, and we’re cruising along a really lush highway. Again, outside, it is like there is a sunset happening and everything is turning a beautiful hue or orange. We are searching for where the zoo is – and there is a vague sense that I have been on the phone with someone or had been planning with someone earlier in the dream to go to the zoo at some point; I don’t remember details but this is definitely true – and Troy and I are trying to figure out where it is and keep pointing at random patches of forest or whatever to see if we have found it. I point one out initially that I am sure is it; it is not. We pass some cows that are grazing on the side of the road, bathed in sunlight, fucking beautiful, the most beautiful cows ever, and soon we pass by the actual zoo, and Troy points it out, though when he does I realize that I knew it was it because of a particular hedge or grouping of trees, which, though similar to the hedge or grouping of trees that had earlier confused me into thinking the other part of the highway was where the zoo was, was notably different at this point.

(Lots of other stuff in the dream, particularly with the woman in the beginning, I think, but I don’t remember details. Wake up with Midnight Magic stuck hard in my head.)

To dream of your clothes is symbolic of your public self and how you are perceived. It is indicative of the act you put on in front of others. Clothes are also an indication of your condition and status in life. Thus, if you wear clothes that do not suit you or that you normally would not wear, then it suggests that you are putting up a front and trying to deceive others. Something in your life is “unsuitable”. It may be a symbol of hypocrisy and being someone that you are not. Alternatively, it could also mean that you are revealing a hidden part of yourself to the world.

To dream that you are packing signifies big changes ahead for you. You are putting past issues to rest or past relationships behind you. Alternatively, it represents the burdens that you carry.

To dream that someone else is driving you represents your dependence on the driver. You are not in control of your life and following the goals of others instead of your own. If you are driving from the passenger side of a car, then it suggests that you are trying to gain control of the path that your life is taking. You are beginning to make your own decisions. If someone else is driving you from the passenger side, then it means that you are being misled into thinking that you are in power or that you are in full control.

To see or carry luggage in your dream symbolizes the many desires, worries, responsibilities or needs that you are carrying with you and weighing you down. The size or weight of the luggage parallels the demands you are facing. You need to reduce your desires and problems in order to alleviate the pressure you are putting on yourself. Perhaps you feel that you are being held back by past emotions or issues. Alternatively, luggage symbolizes your identity and sense of security.

To see a highway in your dream represents your sense of direction and your life’s path. Consider the conditions of the highway which will reveal how much you feel in charge of your life. A smooth, straight highway signifies inner peace, while a winding, bumpy road reflects emotional distress/disharmony.

To dream that you are searching for something signifies the need to find something that is missing or needed in your life. The dream may be analogous to your search for love, spiritual enlightenment, peace or even a solution to a problem.

To see the sunset in your dream indicates the end of a cycle or condition. It is a period of rest, contemplation and evaluation.

To see cattle in your dream indicates that you need to proceed with caution in some situation or relationship.

To dream that you are at a zoo symbolizes loss of freedom. Alternatively, a zoo suggests that your abilities and talents are going unnoticed. You or an aspect of your life feels caged in. The zoo may also represent chaos and confusion as implied by the common phrase “this place is a zoo!” You may need to tidy up some situation in your life.

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