I’ve written before that I can’t always count on finding clothing in local, physical stores in my size.
Last night’s dream? I was hours from home and somehow didn’t have my pants. I had bra, panties, and a top – but no bottoms.
And no stores had my size*. In the dream I was in strip-mall hell and didn’t even see any clothing stores. There was a Rite Aid, which had some basic tops and bottoms, but not in my size. Target? Fred Meyer? Ditto.
Eventually dream-me went into an alterations shop to ask if I could buy a few yards of fabric to make a sarong. And then my car was stolen and … well, it was a dream.
Needless to say, this was a bit of a twist on the “no pants dream” trope.
*Depending on cut and the manufacturer, I wear between size 28 and 36.
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