Last night's dream was two parts interconnected. I dreamt that I was working in a large bookstore that was both a store for customers and a warehouse that shipped books for Amazon and other booksellers. I had a special purpose that I would search for rare and unusual books.
While I was at work one day I was on an errand at one end of the building, the front end of the building, where I'm not typically doing business, and I needed to get back to my office, so I decided to run through the warehouse. While I ran through the warehouse I noticed that a lot of the stacked boxes were not stable and many were in danger of falling over. I had to many times run down a different aisle than I wanted to just to avoid an avalanche of books and boxes. All the while I could hear the omnipresent beep of forklifts and someone speaking, and I knew that I had to get to my office before the speech was over. It was imperative.
I made it back to my office in time and dropped off several soapstone and jade statues on my desk. It was past lunch time and I was starving. My office was big, and shared a corner of the building with a small cafe that was run by two sisters. I knew they would be closing the lunch side soon, so I walked over to grab something to eat or I would be starving all day. When I walked in, the girl behind the counter with the curly hair was there, and she smiled at me. She was wearing a blue shirt and bandanna over her hair while she swept. I didn't know her well enough, but she looked very similar to her sister. I looked over the offerings and picked a carrot cake/cheesecake looking thing. I opened up the display counter myself and picked it out. I'd been around long enough and knew the other sister well enough that I could do that. The cake looked and tasted delicious. While I was eating, I became aware that I could hear the thoughts of the girl behind the counter.
"Why isn't he looking at me?"
"My sister said he should like me. She he'd like me. Why doesn't he like me?"
I looked down at my wedding band. I wondered if she couldn't see it. I was starting to get embarassed that I could hear her thoughts. What was this all about?
"Maybe I should ask him out."
I hurried through my lunch. She kept looking at me. I wouldn't look at her. I set my plate down.
She approached me. "How was it?"
"Oh it was good."
"Good."
"Have you tried the flan?"
"No, which is that."
"Here I'll show you."
She came around the counter and stood next to me. I tried to search the air around her head to figure out what she was thinking but my sudden ESP was just as suddenly gone. Where was it? What was she thinking? As we stood there, she reached out to touch my arm. I bolted and ran out of the café I ran through door after door after door, just running through doors to get away.
The further I ran, the worse I felt. I realized that I probably made her feel really bad, and I didn't want to do that, so I walked back to the cafe and took off my jacket, and stayed for a while, talking, and helping clean.
