on needing more clothes

buy one in every color but also every size perhaps

A few nights ago, I had a dream that I was moving and had to help clear out the basement of the family home. Since it was a dream, the basement did not correspond to a real basement anywhere I’ve ever lived, though I think I’ve dreamed about it before. It was a sort of abandoned luxury apartment and the main thing about it, dream-wise, was that there were two bathrooms and one was a nightmare full of blood and feces for some reason. The whole apartment was very decrepit—there were plants growing out of the floor—even though the house was not.

What I had to do was sort through all the clothes I’d stored in the basement over the years and designate some to keep and some to give away and I was hoping to finish this task before anybody tried to use the other bathroom so that I would not have to help clean it. Some of the clothes in the dream were real clothes I used to have and whose fates I do not actually know. A floral skirt with a button-up front, for instance. Probably I gave it away.