faking death

I dreamt that I was in a department store. I was near the shopping carts and there was a bit of chaos of people in a hurry. Maybe not so much chaos as people milling around stressed for no reason causing more stress. For some reason I decided to fake my death. Not for attention, but just to check out for a bit without having to react, think, be any certain way, appropriate or not. So there I laid on the floor near all of the shopping carts. People would walk by, some stopped but didn't quite know what to do. I just listened to them trying to problem solve. It was nice to just sit there and not be the problem solver, not be the one who had to "know" or convince anyone.  It was nice and I didn't feel guilty. It was a nice break.

Then I was in a room with a bunch of my step aunts and cousins. They were all trying on old dresses for some function. They were old prom type dresses from way back. None of them were that pretty. They handed me a couple to choose from. At first I thought one of them might be nice, but I was wrong. It was royal blue, cinched at the waist, ballroom fluffy bottom half, long sleeved and sort of a white cloth from the decolette and shoulders to the neck.