I was in a giant warehouse that resembled the layout of Price Club (or B.J.’s or whatever bulk discounter you chose), except it was entirely devoted to pets. It was a great location because it even had supplies for every exotic type of pet you can think of, as well as the pets themselves. I wandered up to the small animal department to look for new things for Quiche to find baby hedgehogs energetically running around. I squealed with delight and suddenly decided I HAD to have one. I began mentally calculating how much it would cost to get the hedgehog and all of the supplies. In this store, they didn’t cost much more than $20 so I began to think of if I would be able to make it through the month if I got a little baby. Tom was there with me, and he commented, “Why do you need another hedgehog? You already have one!”  “They’re just sooo cute! Look at their little camel heads!!” I squealed in reply. Indeed, rather than having their long, thin noses the hedgehog faces were structured more like some sort of camel than anything else. I didn’t seem to think this was out of place.

A girl who worked at the store came up to me, and started to give us a tour of the store. It stopped being just pets and began to have the format of a regular Price Club. I believe Steinberg was with me, and she led us to a book section. There she picked up a hardcover book, the colour scheme was purple, red, and blue and featured some sort of anthro animal on the cover, its arms crossed holding two scimitars with a menacing expression. The girl explained that it was the current best-seller, and was supposedly very very good. I looked closer, and realized it was the final book in the Redwall series (this may not be an actual book, I don’t know whether or not Redwall has ended). I started getting upset, and told her there was no way you could start by reading that book, that it was the last of the series and you had to start at the beginning. I may have made the point that you wouldn’t read the last Harry Potter book without reading any of the others, but I’m not sure.

Next the perspective of the dream changed, and I was no longer the focus but instead viewing my friend Tres. He was back in New Jersey going to  what used to be his favourite restaurant that had at some point turned ritzy. He was filming some sort of review about it, and so I believe my perspective was from that at the camera. He went inside and it was a dimly lit place, with high tables and high chairs to match. When he sat down at the table, on his first place was a piece of very thin meat folded into the shape of an envelope. He opened the envelope to discover a note written on the meat. What the note said, I’ll never know because this is where I woke up.