We were getting ready to leave for an important and rather elegant function. Valerie pulled up in her car and I looked and saw that Don was inside and also a young teenaged girl. I asked if there was room for Dorothy, and there was so she got into the car. I said I wasn't ready yet and that was true. I was not only dressed in my most raggedy work clothes and worn-out shoes, but in addition I was grimy and needed to shower. I would catch up to them later. Valerie morphed into Marilyn and she said she'd help me. We went into a palatial building, and down hallways and open spaces to elegant buildings and stairways, all leading to wherever our goal was, to help me get ready for the trip I was to take. I told M. that I would be lost, not knowing where we were or how to get back out of the circuitous complex of luxurious edifices. She said not to worry, we were right outside Kohl's on the corner, and so, easy to get to.
I started to think how could I get ready in such a place---I didn't even have my shoes and where could I take a shower. This was a mistake, I thought and I wanted to undo it, but didn't know how. Then I heard a voice, quite loud, demanding, "M-m-m, Take me someplace." The voice got so loud it woke me up, and it seems it was my voice.
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