It is nighttime, I am walking across a large parking lot, on the way to get Thanksgiving day supplies, I believe. I end up in this large toy store, with my younger brother, Jason. He is younger in the dream, too. I had just come from a restaurant. I don't know if I was working there or not, however, it was super-dead. I was thinking I had been there since 3pm and no one had come in. Yes, I guess I was working, maybe training for a new position, as a server.
Anyway, my brother and I are perusing this toy store. The owner is very happy to see us, since business has been very slow for him, as well. I think he was offering us discounts. He might have been following us around, too.
The next part of the dream I remember sitting at this table with a monk, a lama. I think it could have been the Dalai Lama, but it just as easily could have been an ordinary monk. He is going through a stack of sutras, looking for something specific. We are supposed to be starting a retreat, I guess. While I am waiting for this to happen, I am wandering in and out of this adjacent room, that looks like a hotel suite. I am feeling impatient and I feel like I am being rude, but I feel like I have time to do something while he is looking for the sutra. I think I get myself a drink of water. I go back into the room and sit back down at the table. It is a simple set-up, a wooden table with a tablecloth. The room is a monochromatic theme, kind of a dark red, brick red. There are other students, there, of course, but no one is making eye contact, so I don't know what anybody looks like.