I was wandering around a mall looking for a certain bag that I knew I wanted. It was in Victoria Secret or Coach, the same store in my dream but the name would switch between those two. My dog Zoe was with me too, just following me around the mall. We had to go upstairs to get to the store so we got into this small room that looked like the elevator. But of course it was not. The elevator was just the corner of the room where you pushed a button and a wooden box about the size of a shoebox came down from a hole in the celling. I had to stand on the box and, watch the arms and feet and such, ride the box up through the hole in the ceiling (the same size as the box) up to the next floor. And some how Zoe managed to get one with me or teleported to the second floor because she was there with me when I got off the elevator. But when I turned the corner to go in the store, it wasn't there. So I had to go to a different mall.
A friend of mine drove me to another mall and took the very last entrance to the mall and parked as far away as possible because it seemed like the best idea to him. Well, since we were so far away, that meant I had to get into a verbal fight with some random people to gain entrance to the mall. I won, ate a beautiful breakfast feast, watched my dog win a dog fight (without getting hurt), and then Zoe and I got in the mall. It was exactly the same as the first; elevator, people, store layout, smells, food, etc. We took the elevator again and went to the store that had the bag. I couldn't find the bag but after I had looked for a couple minutes a guy came in with a new product for the store; a bag made from a man's shirt. I took it from him and put it on. It fit so strangely but was amazing and I wanted it. But while the guy and the manager were talking about it, I looked over at the two dressing rooms in the corner. They looked like two bathroom stalls attached to the wall. Someone was in the left one but the right one was open and there was kid climbing up the wall between the two stalls. He got to the top and started to watch the woman change her clothes. I yelled at him "Get down from there right now." They manager and product guy got distracted from what they were doing to come over and see what was going on. At that point Zoe and I walked away with the man's shirt bag.
Then I was sitting at a large wooden dining table that had rounded corners. At the table was also my boyfriend, some of his friends, and some girl sitting on the other side of my boyfriend. We were trying to play bridge but with all of us and about 8 decks of cards; so it wasn't working well at all. I kept getting too many cards in suit and the same card as someone else so we never really got started.
Since we couldn't play bridge we decided to go outside. Standing outside on the balcony was like looking around a mini-castle, kinda like what you see at a putt-putt place. There was a hole in the wall of the balcony and a rat sitting next to it staring at me. So I transferred myself into the rat so I could play what seemed to be a real life rat-Mario. We were in a pipe system very similar to Mario underground maps but much dirtier and gooey. You had to jump over things, through things, not get hit by spiny things, and make it out to the end where you become yourself again.
After that I went back inside and told my boyfriend that I was going to take a shower and cut my hair. Which I did, I just chopped it all with giant scissors so it was shoulder-length and very uneven. While I was gone his sister had run around and been irritable, complaining about everyone and everything. But I missed her getting into a fight and losing. Then my boyfriend and the random girl walked over to the apartment room next to ours to hang out and came back before I got out of the shower. I was very upset with him, he had said things around her that I had never known myself. He never told me he was leaving. I guess I was jealous. So in return I cut her hair too and tied her to a suitcase full of dirty clothes and giant sweat shirts. . .
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