The Charlie's Angels were managing this exclusive cosmetics store, and the facials were so bizarre. I recommended the place to my supervisor at work, and she refused to pay me after she went. She told me that she hated the facial, and that she was lucky that I was not going to be sued, as whe was mistreated at the shop. She was licked by poodles.
There were these pink and blue poodles dancing around, wearing bikinis in the dream. Then, the new store manager ran back into the store, chased by all of these people, demanding asylum. The sales agents began to throw sales literature into the crowd, free samples, and business cards. The crowd dispersed, and the poodles stopped their dance. This had to be a dream, I realized, when nobody called security when the sales people had the nerve to throw sales literature at customers. Back to sleep...
In this dream there was an audience full of various breeds of dogs who were watching Charlie's Angels Full Throttle, and some of them were pushing buttons, while their images were on the movie screen. I dreamt that I was selling dog biscuits, bowls of water, and other doggie refreshments, while walking up and down the aisles of this huge theater.
