Lemon Yellow Thrift Shop

 Many of my dreams seem to take place in mountain towns, which is odd as I've never actually lived in one. While it's true that I spent at least 30 years in Colorado, they were in towns outside the mountains, such as Jefferson County, Ft. Collins and Boulder. I don't think these mountain towns inmy dreams actually exist. Some are tourtisty like that Western-themed town with the restaurant that featured rolling siniging cowboys, and some are just regular towns with neighborhoods and shopping center. A recent dream I had takes place in the latter category. A friend and I checked out a new thrift store named "Lemon Tree Thrift Shop." 

A Big-Ass Frozen Food Store in the Basement

 This isn't the most exciting or craziest dream, but it's kinda neat. My mother and I were eating brunch at a greenhouse-like restaurant with glass-tiled walls in some shopping mall. The waitress gave us a basket of tiny muffins filled with chopped apricots that were heavenly (sometimes I can taste things in dreams), buttery and sweet. When the waitress came back and saw us gobbling up the muffins, she told us there is a place where we can buy more of them. She gave us a scrap of paper that reads "E-52" and directed us to the down escalator just outside the restaurant's entrance, and then look for the freezer section marked E-52.