Last night I had this extremely vivid dream of the Westfield Mall. I parked in front of what I assumed was Nordstrom, but there wasn't a sign. I walked in and spent most of the day window shopping and buying 5 pairs of blue Levi's jeans. They were amazingly soft and expensive. I think I spent close to $200 on them, but that didn't matter. I ended up staying at the mall until they closed, and then I get swept up in this sea of vacating shoppers. It's dark out (of course, it's December) and of course I can't find my car! Only... I suppose the story has changed, and it isn't my car that I'm looking for, but my aunt's, which I borrowed. Her vehicle is newish and white. I'm racing up and down the parking rows, using the handheld remote to honk the horn, like a bat using echolocation. But everyone is doing this!

I can't find my car (I know, dude where's my car), despite the parking lot being nearly empty, and I end up losing my god damn new pants too. The whole time I was running around, I was anxiously picking at the controller, so now the label is half peeled off and scuffed. It's eventually morning, and my uncle and his son show up and now I've recruited them to help me find my aunt's whip. Though for some reason they're more interested in going into the mall, so I follow them in there and it's completely different. If you've been to a mall in the morning, it's very calm, and it's mostly senior citizens getting in their early morning steps. I told my uncle that this is a violent contrast to what this place looked like last night, and he laughed. We never found my pants, while bars of silver sunlight illuminated the shopping space.