Sleep, Memory

I’m waiting in a large doctor’s office waiting room. The practice seems to have many different check-in counters on one floor, each for a different specialty. Hyo recommended this clinic to me and I’m afraid I’ll run into her in the waiting room.

The waiting room is also a store that sells antique and vintage housewares. There are many areas or rooms that focus on different types of home items, and these areas are integrated with the reception areas for the doctor’s office. I visit the doctor multiple times and have the experience of walking through the store many times.

On one visit I’m there with Scott. He’s really cheerful about what he’s doing there or what we’re looking for.

On another visit I’m there with my father. We’re browsing through an area that sells antique benches and booths. My father points one out to me that is in the same style as something we had when I was young. It’s brown leather or fabric and has brass rivets and some other decoration on the edges.

There is a guide or a radio program that informs people about changes in the waiting room/store. One of the segments covers the parking lot. It says that even though there is a whole section of handicapped parking, one of the spots in that section is a regular (not handicapped) space so people should look for it.