The dream started off with me visiting a very wealthy family that i didn't know well. my poorness was emphasized by my lack of choice of clothing. my dad was gone for the day on some tourist thing, so i was left in the house. as usual there was this vague notion that they were evil, but they did nothing wrong.
on one particularily hot day i wore a flippy black mini skirt comanda, and i was topless. when some important banking CEO came for lunch, i put on a black cardigan. but my tits were soooo big, that i could keep it closed and my boobs were just popping everyone's eyes out.
a snobby girl with her silent man were sitting on a large plush chair and she made a rude comment about my situation. my anger compelled me to get right in her face. i got up on top of her straddling, and then matched my face with hers and said "do you have a problem with my out fit?" she just stared. "i have nothing else" I explained.
I went upstairs and found some clothing someone provided me. my dad was back now and in the shower, so i closed my door. my uncle peter was there too. then i changed and someone came in and i bought a plane ticket to germany.
i think i was with ola, a friend from grade school. we where in this giant mall, and you had to pay to get on the escalators, and the airport was on the top floor three levels up.
on the top floor, ola dropped her ticket, and it fell to the second floor, she turned into judith, and used some tape that was keeping a deco up, and lined it down to her ticket. it caught and she brought it back up. "genius" i complimented.
that's when i realized that i had used my plane ticket accidentally in the escalator pay booth. i was afraid to go back and look. i assumed it was lost forever and the plane was leaving soon.
there was a huge line and we had to wait a while. ola and judith and now jen sanchez were there in line. they all left to get food at one point, and left me in line. in front of me was a convict who was cuffed. the ticket man made him remove all his items. he gave him a drl a paper clip and a ticket. the man let him go.
i asked the man about my ticket problem, but i couldn't find my drl, so i gave him my gym membership. he said i was out of luck and couldn't go. it turned out ola couldn't go because she made a fraudulent ticket which was perfect except that the encoding was the old kind they no longer used. judith couldn't go because she was acciated with us, but jen was on her way to germany.
walking back i was complaining that we could have just used paper to pay for the escalators. but a maintence man over hearing said they changed that. that's when i saw my ticket lying on the edge of the escalator where i must have dropped it. i felt like a douche.
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