Dreams of the inane variety.

Eventually I stop at a shop on a quiet road.
It isn't anything special, but it's a pretty afternoon and I stop to buy myself an umbrella. They don't have umbrellas they tell me, and give me funny looks. It's clear that it's a grocery store. The man at the counter peers at me, with large pitiful eyes. He asks me if I'd like something to eat.

They think I am homeless, I think and look at myself. My clothes are frayed at the edges. My feet are small and shapeless in the over-sized slippers that I am wearing. "I am not poor, I don't know what's wrong with my clothes!" I say. They point at the door. "Have some bread if you like, but we don't have anything else for you at the moment." I start to walk away and as I do, the man glowers at me and shuts his shop. The clicking of the lock has something final about it, like the end of something that had the potential of being significant.

I walk towards the end of the road, but the end doesn't come for a while. I give up after some time and walk back. There is no shop. It's just a different road now.