(9/26/06) trying on a sick woman's clothes; can she stay with me?

(Entered in paper journal at 7:15 PM at home in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I had picked up some clothes for a woman. It was pretty serious, like she was sick (and ?) without the clothes. I went to a dressing room to try the clothes on. As I went in, the clothes "had become" men's clothes. The dressing hall and rooms were all grey. It was cluttered, and there were clothes everywhere.

Right before I was fully in the room a standard stereotypical "fat and jowls" businessman came out of a different dressing room. The clothes were girl clothes again. I tried to hide the clothes from the businessman. I tried to act manly in front of the man, who really had no suspicions (or care) about what I was trying on, anyway.

Hurrying into the dressing room I wondered what had become of the clothes I had been sent to get for the woman.

Dream 2

I got an email (to which I may have responded by phone) from my friend KB. She needed a place to stay, but I didn't quite get that from what she had said. I figured we were just going to hang out, and possibly at 4 PM. It was morning.

I went to do my laundry. As I put my laundry in the machine, I thought over the wording of KB's statements and realized that she had asked me if she could stay at my place -- and that I had indirectly said no! I figured I would tell KB yes face-to-face as soon as I saw her (which may have been as soon as I finished doing my laundry).

While the load was washing, I walked out of the laundromat. I walked down a couple blocks, possibly to a store for some coffee. It was sunny, brisk. The town and buildings were large: blue-grey shadows everywhere. But there were no people. I was alone.