And yet another episode from whitehousemom 's crazy-ass dreams.

The saga picks up last night, as I was in some GIGANTIC mall in Dallas, TX. (Never been there, btw...except the airport). This mall was literally like the size of an entire city. I kept having to go to the dentist, and to get there I had to park in some garage, walk through this Caribbean restaurant/bar, then walk through Macy's which was the size of a planet.

I kept doing this over and over. It was like Groundhog Day. Annoying.

Well, apparently, I was wearing these ridiculously high heels...that were zebra print no less, and they were too uncomfortable to walk in, so instead of leaving them in my car or something equally reasonable, I would hide them inside Macy's so I could get them back on the way to my car. These were my most favorite shoes ever and I was really attached to them.



The last trip back to my car, I was horrified to see that Macy's had taken down that entire display where I hid the shoes, and not only that, they had re-modeled, so not only could I not find my prized shoes, I could not find my way back to my car. The store had several entrances and garages, and the only way I knew my way was to follow through the housewares department and go out the door besides the ceramic pigs and the George Foreman grills. (wtf)

I rallied every employee and manager of the store to help me find my zebra shoes. They were not very willing. I was informed that they were last year's shoes and obviously not a priority for them.

I then ended up in some Cuban night club (different place from the Caribbean joint) and my grandmother who died three years ago was there. I have been dreaming about her a lot lately. She was drinking coffee with a fat man who had run up a $70 tab.

After that I was lost in Macy's again, trying to find my car. I have a LOT of dreams about trying to find my car, this is nothing new, but it's almost always while I'm back in high school...never in a crazy mall in Texas.

Seriously where does this stuff come from? The only connection I can make is that I started a book this weekend and I named a character Macy. The rest is a mystery.