briarwood | I dreamed

I dreamed I was in HMV and I tried to help a young man who was mentally disabled in some way to find the music he was looking for. Turned out he was a distraction so someone else could pick my pocket. So here I am, sitting down with my now-empty purse and trying to figure out how in hell I can call the credit card companies to report my cards stolen when the number to call is on the credit card, which has been stolen!

Thankfully I woke up about then.

Note to self: when shopping today, do not go near HMV.