Dream CXXXII

I decided to walk through a street that I was unfamiliar with, just to see where it led.  It was shaded with trees overhead and soon the street itself turned into cobblestones.  For the most part, the street was lined with large, older homes but soon I came to an area where there were several small shops and boutiques set into the ground floors of large buildings. 

By this time it was around 6PM and some of the shops were closing up.  I decided to enter one that was open and well-lit, and seemed to have artwork of some kind.

I found that it was a fabric store, and they seemed to be doing inventory.  There were pattern books and bolts of fabric all over the floor.  I carefully stepped my way across them and realized that, because of the way the inventory had been laid out, I wouldn't be able to turn around and leave.  "I hope I'm not making a terrible mess of things," I said.

"Don't worry, you're not a problem," came a voice from behind me.  I couldn't turn to see her, but she identified herself as the owner and said there was another door in the back that I could use to leave. 

I went outside, and she came with me.  She was blonde, petite, very pretty with small, sharp features.  She said her assistants could finish up, and asked if she could accompany me on my walk.  I put my arm around her waist, she smiled, and we continued on.

I asked her what she liked, and she said "Opera!"  I was a bit apprehensive as I was not a fan of opera myself, so I asked her which kinds of opera she liked. 

She said she enjoyed Mozart, and that there used to be a radio show hosted by a man named Gilbert Gordon that was expressly for the purpose of introducing people to opera.  She enjoyed the show and was unhappy that it was no longer on the air.  I asked if Mr. Gordon was still alive, as I'd half-heard something to the effect that he might have died a while ago.  She said she didn't know.

We came to a bright yellow tent.  Inside was a large table, and on that were several cages.  Alongside the cages were several small dogs and other pets, including a cat that wanted to be petted.  Once I put my hand on him, he walked all the way to the far side of the table. 

All these pets were here for grooming, as a sort of public demonstration.  There was even a small pig, covered in fur, no bigger than a chipmunk. 

I drew the woman closer to me and asked her name.  "Willa," she said.  "If we were together, William, I could be Willa William Williams!"

I smiled and told her my name wasn't William.  Then I kissed her.  I asked when I could see her again, and we agreed to meet later at 9PM.