Junk

[poliphilo]

I dreamed I was searching through a warehouse- or group of warehouses- full of junk- a lot like the shop they have attached to our local recycling centre but far more extensive. The owner was offering glasses of wine to his visitors- but not to me- because I wasn't important enough or had slipped below the radar- and I told myself I didn't mind because it was too early to be drinking. There was a room with a notice on the door saying it contained Jewish artefacts. I went inside and it was completely empty- with bare patchwork walls and a floor of packed earth- like a cabin in the schtetl. I n another room I picked up a revolver that had several pages of manuscript wrapped round it- but of course you can rarely read script in dreams. The final room was hung with brightly coloured posters- a little bit psychedelic, a little bit sexy- all showing a bunch of people, upper body only, in profile facing left- and in each group a woman exposing her left breast. As I left the building I found I was holding a toy pistol (a different one) and thought, "I don't want this," so I slipped back inside and put it down on a table.