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." 

Kitchen Window Thief

 In this dream, I was visiting a touristy Western-theme town (maybe the same town as this dream of singing cowboys). I was strolling by a bar and grill in a low wooden building, when i decided to take a shortcut through an alley between tthe bar and another building to a park located behind the buildings. This wooden sidewalk ran down the alley, and there was a long row of old-school multi-pane windows down the bar's side. As I walked down the wooden sidewal, I kept peeking into the windows. The first three looked into the bar's main room with a group of college girls sitting at a round table, playing a drinking game. The next window looked into a small manager's office. The rest of the windows opened into the kitchen at the back. One window was open and I could smell something good baking. The kitchen appeared to be empty. There was a table under the open window with a bunch of brown paper grocery bags on it. I peeked into the bags, which appeared to be filled with styrofoam boxes, paper and the like. I had no idea what the bags were for, but on an impulse, and since there weren't anyone in the kitchen, I decided to lean in and grab one of the bags. I ran off to the park with the bag, and once I was there, I peeked into the bag. It turns there wasn't any food in it except for a single dinner roll. Just empty boxes, paper plates and plastic silverware. So much for my career as a thief. :-)

Singing Cowboys on a Track in a Tourist Trap Restaurant

Once I had a dream about what must be the oddest restaurant concept ever. I was visiting a touristy "ghost town" set in the mountains somewhere, and went into a big restaurant for lunch, that served BBQ or something that fit the Western theme. It was divided into several dining rooms, done in old-timey style. However, all the rooms were very tall, 2-story tall, for a specific. 

Pop-Up Renaissance Fair in the Middle of Night

 In this dream, I was living in a condominium building on the top of a hill with my unit overlooking open space with sad, scraggly trees, yellow prairie grass and a dried-up creek. A lousy view, to be honest.

Chasing Rainbows

The other night, I have a rather gay dream -- not gay as in the LGBT sense but gay in the "gay as a unicorn" sense.