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co-worker, etsy, gift shop, handmade purses, motley minnesota, purse, rocks, thistleberry, trees on fire
This morning, visions of purses (or no purses, as the case may be) danced behind my eyelids.
In one scene, I dreamed I went to Thistleberry, a cute house-turned-gift shop in Motley, Minnesota. In real life this is a real place and the woman who runs it makes purses for which I’m seriously jonesing. She has a shop on Etsy, so you can see what all my fuss is about. Anyway, in my dream, I walked into Thistleberry and saw that all the purses were gone, replaced by white, satiny shirts displayed on the backs of chairs. Sad day!
In another dream scene, I was touring an upper story wooden walkway around the outside of a house. As I walked, I noticed that some of the limbs of trees hanging over the walkway were on fire. They seemed to be spontaneously combusting. I headed down a set of stairs into the house so I could warn people and see if the fire alarms were going off.
When I reached the bottom, my co-worker Ali gave me a large cream-colored purse with lots of pockets. Inside, she had placed a number of items – an unusual pink and cream rock, some smooth, flat, dark gray rocks, and a cute pink coin purse filled with change. She explained that it was bad luck to give away an empty purse.
How long do you think it’ll be before I get a new purse?
Freud might ask how long before you get pregnant!
That Freud was one nosy dude, wasn’t he?