The Toy Store

11/02/07 - Tuesday Night

Now I'm in a toy store, but for some reason, it more resembles a London inspired, cluttered, used book store. I'm looking for some rare and unusual toys from my youth (some small medievil knights and swordsmen). Someone else is traveling with me, but I'm not sure who. I squeeze through a cluttered aisle of toys into a seldom traveled section of the store. I see a small hallway to the left. It is dark, and I hear revelry coming from down it. It is a narrow wooden hallway, with a fountain on the left wall. There is a small wooden door at the end of the hall on the right. In front of the door is what appears to be a heavy set usher. As I approach, he opens the door, exposing what appears to be a small private theatre filled with thirty or so people. They were watching something funny via a VCR connected to a television, but it's now over, and they begin to stand up and file out. Whatever it was, I appear to have missed all the fun. Here my dream ended.