This is a dreamlog, archived from Everything2.
A kleptomaniac’s dream. I’m in a Barnes & Noble, and I’ve come to steal three books: two art books (Andy Goldsworthy), one on Python. Standing in the self-help aisle, searching for the metal strip. Finding it, pulling it out, and then walking out of the store carrying three metal strips instead of the books I wanted.
An observer shouts at me and throws a tomato.
I’m certain there was a great deal more detail, but it all went away too quickly upon waking.