I’m in a gift shop (i think i’m in a State park like Yellowstone or Grand Canyon). Inside it’s very rustic. All the shelves and the kiosk that contains the cash register, the hardwood floors, the support beams… everything is made of rich, dark wood. (Now that i’m awake it reminds me of Fort Abercrombie kind of). I’m mostly browsing through the knickknacks and shiny stuff located on the shelves and beams of the kiosk itself. There are gold chains hanging from the beams that make up the four corners of the kiosk and the man behind the counter (kind of looks like Anthony Perkins from Psycho) knows i’m browsing but ignores me otherwise, which is fine since i don’t need his assistance. There’s a low table covered with silk scarves to my left. That’s all i remember.
I think this dream was triggered by a on-line site i recently found called Vintage Roadside that sells shirts with logos from the old tourist sites, diners, and motels like you’d find along Rt. 66 or in Florida. Cypress Gardens! I loved those places as a kid and i’d probably love them more as an adult.
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