Shopping in Marrakesh....Finally

For the first time in weeks I finally had a good, thoughtless, shallow, and materialistic dream. I'm sure everyone around me is relieved as well. Seems lately that as soon as I close my eyes all I see is blood and darkness. I love my food and shopping dreams. An excellent respite from being chased, attacked, or tortured. Food dreams usually start out with me at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I'm usually combining hideous food combinations like Belgian Waffles topped with stuffed mushrooms and sprinkled with caviar. I'm feeling guilty as I impatiently stuff my face vaguely knowing the dream could end at any minute. I awake feeling satiated and relieved. Its better then bulimea. The other is a shopping dream and usually goes along these same lines:
I find myself at a beautiful (and of course expensive) clothing store in Marrakesh. I hear the music of dervishes and I can almost smell the camel dung in the air. Another american woman helps me pick out beautiful caftans created from the finest moroccan cotton and egyptian silk. She picks up a beautiful aqua robe embroidered with an Islamic hamsa on the front. "This would be perfect when I have my own cult" I told her in all seriousness. It seemed to be perfectly reasonable to purchae the pricey garment for such a frivalous reason.
"I'm going to visit Jerry Garcia in Amsterdam" she explained as she held up her heavy mustard colored robe. It had angel sleeves that reached the ground. "I think it will be perfect." I decided not to mention that Jerry Garcia was dead and had been so for a number of years now. She seemed so excited.
I looked down at the tag and wondered how I was ever going to pay for this, yet knowing I had to have it. I had no purse or wallet on me so I dug in the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a slick new gold card. I winked at her. "Perfect!"