You must be lost

Last week, I had a dream just before I woke up. I dreamt I put my Dream gown and Blood Red gown in a charity auction of some sort, certain they wouldn't sell for some reason, but curious as to what response they'd get. I left where ever it was I dropped them off at and went to another part of the building (I think I was working on the event or a related one in the same building). Then, in talking to someone (no one recognizable), they assured me they would sell and that if I didn't actually want to lose them, I should go pull them out of the auction. About that time, I went back to where I had dropped them off, only to find sold signs on each of them. The Dream gown for $27 and the Blood Red gown for $50 (I remembered the totals specifically for some reason). I remember saying to someone who seemed in charge, something about how that wasn't enough so I was taking them. For some reason that was perfectly acceptable. Then I woke up.

Then, last night, I dreamt that Brandy's mom asked me to bring my costumes from childhood to Christmas Eve. But I don't have any of them, and I nearly woke up when I answered her to say I could bring my adulthood ones if she wanted to see them. It was a weird perspective though. She was talking to Brandy and it was like I answered from a distance. As in me in Nashville and her in Huntsville.

I think all this is telling me I should work on my costumes again, even if just for the few spare moments I can grab.