A few nights ago I had a dream in which I went into a store (not a store I’ve ever been to; some random dreamland store) and looked at some jewelry. There were some decent necklaces; a plain one with some wooden pieces on it one kind of caught my eye, but I didn’t end up buying it.
Last night, I had another dream, during which I entered the SAME dream store, and went straight to the back, and looked at the SAME dream necklaces.
“Huh,” I thought. “Some of these are decent. And this wooden one is still here. But I’m still not sure about it.”
Suddenly I bolted awake. “I am so boring!” I gasped.