It's been awhile, but I finally had another dream in which I was able to visit my favorite town, Monroe, Oregon. It was dark, and I was casually leaning up against a light pole. I was standing in front of where my grandfather's poolhall used to be. I felt kind of blue because the distinct, wooden poolhall building was no longer there. In it's place, a more modern building stood and judging by the sign, it was now a second hand, odds and ends type of store.
It was around 7:30 pm and yet there was still an open sign on the door so I stepped inside. A man, possibly the owner, approached me and he had a rather surprised look on his face. Behind him, in a back room, I spotted a lady who was nervously buttoning up the top two buttons of her blouse.
"Pardon me," I told the man, "If it's too late, I can go."
"Oh no, no," He assured me. "It's not anywhere near closing time. Please, feel free to look around."
So I did as the man suggested. I walked up and down the aisles looking at stuff. Some other people entered the store as I did my browsing. There really wasn't anything that caught my attention until I came across an old photograph. I picked it up and noticed something strange about it. "I've got to have this," I remember thinking to myself.
I walked up the man and handed him the picture. "I'd like to buy that." I said. "It's a pretty rare photo though. "I doubt I've got enough money to purchase it."
The owner, or clerk, or whoever he was, glanced at the photograph and, willing to bargain with me, said "Yes, well, it is rather unusual, but it's not in very good shape."
It was an old, black and white studio photograph and it showed a long ago man, woman and child and they looked like pioneers. The photograph was in perfect three-D.