Do you have time for a dream?
I was in a really run down section of a large city. I was with a group of people I didn't know. We were excited about something and I followed the group up a flight of outside steps to a large but shabby room. As the gathering enlarged many bags of food were brought in and in anticipation of a mess I went to find wastebaskets. I located a couple of pails in an extremely small laundry room. As I moved the pails something fell off the shelf and behind the washer. I heard it tumbling down the steps and knew I would not be able to retrieve it. So I placed the pails near the food table and sat on a large comfy chair. It was a really hideous brown plush fabric.
I began to see that we were planning a protest rally. I didn't know enough about it to offer any ideas. Then all the women with children left. I was feeling out of place when the door burst open and in walked Ann Mikkelsen. She was wearing a beautiful exotic dress. The dress was full but not sloppy with fabric. It was a gorgeous bright rose with tiny brown and gold designs organized neatly throughout. The insert at the neck and around the hem was a brown, gold and rose paisley in a small pattern.
"Come on," she said, "I want you to see something." I followed her out but when we got to the bottom of the steps I realized I had left my purses inside. She said she would get them and hurried up the steps. Then my dog Jojo showed up and was playing with a young fox. When the fox started to run away so did Jojo! I followed them and we discovered two more fox. After a few minutes we returned to the steps and Ann came down with my three or four purses! Jojo leaped up on the handrail and walked to the top of the steps and down again! Ann and I laughed at his silly antics.

Mary and Ann with the flying pot

When I asked her what we were looking for she caught my hand and hurried me around the building to a line of laundry. She told me that these were our clothes and we should take them before they disappeared again. I quickly began removing the items from the line but I didn't recognize anything. They were very nice feminine garments in very attractive colors so I imagine she was right. These are the kind of clothes we would enjoy wearing. We hung them over our arms and began walking away together. When I woke up I could still feel the garments in my arms. They felt cool and slightly damp.