It seems I am sharing a bedroom - possibly living - with a number of girls from work, Sarah, Vicky etc... It is morning. We are all getting up. Some of the girls are talking about mens' rooms - how the view out of their room is often seen as an alpha-male dominance thing - the better view from the room - the more kudos that man has (particularly if the room is higher up?). I am looking for a shirt - I find myself rolling about in cupboards full of clothes.
I am now in a supermarket - this is also the room too - or at least a place connected to it. I put down my glasses on a sofa down one of then aisles, and the lens falls out. I am annoyed by this. I leave the glasses where they are - I shall fix them later. A man comes up to me - he has a number of lenses - lenses that will fit into new glassers. Some of these lenses might actually work. I know that he has got these lenses from the pharmacy attached to the supermarket. He says that if I accept these glasses from him, that I will be in his debt. This disturbs me greatly - whoever this man is - I do not want to be in his debt. Perhaps the optician who gave him the glasses had to because he was in his debt too? I have an odd feeling that the man is some kind of devil...
I return to my old glasses, to fix them with sellotape - but where are they? Disaster! I cannot find the glasses anywhere - cannot even remember what sofa I had left them on! Karen turns up, and she suggests that I go to the opticians to get another pair - I tell her I am terrified of opticians.
I realise I am going to be very late for work.
I wake up angry and irritated, though very relieved my glasses have not been lost in the supermarket.
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