Dreaming of a Bookstore

Watching a show on television about a dance club -- kind of like Soul Train. I hopped through the television and ended up in the club, and various people invited me to do things, but I was more interested in just observing. I found that the club was in a mall, and in the mall was a bookstore; and the dream changed so that I was just waiting for someone to pick me up, so I decided to look at all the books. It was great! The books were really interesting. An employee offered me a cookie, oatmeal raisin, and I took it; it was great. And there was someone crawling around, for some reason that made sense at the time. But I kept bringing my attention back to the books, and I felt very happy indeed. Then I woke up.