2-18-2015

This was part of a much longer dream, but this portion sticks out as it was near waking up.

I'm driving my car along a long shopping center and decide to park near the beginning or first store and work my way through the stores. The first door I enter has school supplies; pens, paper, notebooks, folders, binders, etc. I ask the clerk, who is dark complected, perhaps Indian, and neatly dressed in a suit, if he has any book carriers or anything in which to carry books easily. He says he has something I might like for my bicycle and he points outside.

I'm puzzled by this because I'm parked outside with my car, not a bike. I explain to him that my arm gets tired lugging books in my arms and I want something to carry them in with a handle. I look around but don't see anything fitting that description. He asks me if I do need anything for my bicycle. "I don't have a bicycle!" I insist, and walk out.

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