Oh boy

I dreamt that ivy03 and I were involved in some kind of shopping spree in a warehouse. A guy had managed to convince a lot of women to come to this warehouse that was like a department store inside. Somehow, there were several floors, but it looked entirely like a big empty warehouse if you looked up from the bottom floor. Anyway, this guy set us loose and told us to go crazy. Either he was buying or it was a promotion or something.

ivy03 ran off away from me, and I browsed alone at some dresses. I found a dark green velvet party dress with silver metallic threading across the ribbed material of the bodice. It had nearly 60s-style flair to the skirt, with a bunch of tulle to fluff it out. (Skirt was still velvet). I had to try it on--what could it hurt? But just then ivy03 came back and I knew she was gonna make fun of me. So I got all ready to get defensive and start blustering about how I didn't need to hear any shit about liking this really ridiculous dress (that would look more appropriate on a baby at Christmas than anywhere else).

I started into the tirade before I realized that she was wearing a shirt that was basically the bodice of the dress with a t-shirt hem instead of a skirt attached to it. I was about to apologize when suddenly the guy who'd orchestrated the sweeping shopping spree in this warehouse came inside and quickly barred the door. Turns out the little spree was not so authorized by the people who owned the clothes on the racks in the warehouse. He yelled at us not to panic; he was locking us inside until he could figure out a way to sneak us all out, "purchases" included.

I woke up just as the rest of the mob started to panic about the fact that we had clothes but no food. Er, what?