games shop

I dreamt I was in another town or maybe even country. It felt unfamiliar, but it felt homey. Something about it, maybe the smallness, the safeness, the live ability of it, is what made it feel like home.  I was walking along a curving sidewalk bordered by trees and lush plants and little shops or homes here and there. I was on my way to a games shop. It was full of different board games, playing pieces, odd themed accessories. I was looking for something in-particular. I can't think now of what or why, but it had some sort of meaning to me. There was a blond young fellow behind the counter that was helping me. He was being extra attentive and nice, I assumed because he rarely had females in the shop. Some people came in which curbed my shopping experience. I didn't feel at ease looking for the item with them there. I felt exposed and didn't want them to see what meant something to me, to comment or even worse, want what I treasured. I hurried and bought something that was good enough, although not what I wanted. I had a bit of a feeling of regret in my gut. I knew this wasn't it, why did I feel the need to buy something, why didn't I just leave? I guess I felt as though I had to seem like I knew what I was doing or give back for the clerk's time or? not sure, but it was nothing from or for myself. I walked out of the store looking at my new item. It was a silver ring with a die on it.  I guess it was ok...