(10/16/08) salvation army lingerie; avoiding a neighborhood

(Entered in paper journal at 6:45 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was in a small, probably cheap, department store. I walked in there like I was familiar with the place. I felt like the place sold a lingerie that I was turned on by -- a cheap kind. There were a few people milling around in the aisles. The aisles looked like they were from a Salvation Army. I walked into an aisle where I saw something that looked like lingerie. There were a few lower-middle-class women (mothers?) around me.

I pulled a couple items off the rack. They looked like one-piece swimsuits. I was really eager to try them on. One was a white suit with fading or pale blue waving through it. Its back was a thong. I was trying to think of how I could try it on without getting the thong-string in between my buttocks. I looked at another item: a two-piece, red and white striped piece that seemed to be put on a black, velvety mannequin torso.

A few people I knew now came by. They were mostly people from my work. I think some of them knew what I was doing. Others (men?) mostly seemed oblivious. Those ones walked into an area like a hallway of dressing rooms.

I and the people around me took care of some task, which likely involved us going away from the store. We now finished and were back at the store. I still wanted to try on the things I had been looking at.

I was with my co-workers K(?) and TJ. They both lay on some bed or table that was piled with papers. I was going to go to a dressing room, but K wanted me to stay. She kind of bent over the "table" to show off her bottom. I grabbed K and pressed myself against her bottom I wondered if this was okay.

Dream #2

I stood outside a rowhouse or townhouse that stood before a wide road. My girlfriend H stood in the doorway. I was talking with her.

But then I saw that a few doors down, my old friend R was walking into a place. I was pretty sure that he spotted me. I thought that, now that I'd been spotted by R here, I could never come back here. I didn't want to see R. But if R knew I was here, I probably wouldn't be able to avoid speaking with him eventually.

H and I were walking away from the townhouse. We walked through a very small parking lot, then around a fence. We walked on a sidewalk along the busy road. I might have been telling H how I could never come here again.