another dream

I had another cool dream.
In this one, I was dressed up pretty nicely, I don't remember exactly what, but something along the lines of my grey polo and khakis...or that white skirt that Kristen got me from california...or...well you get the idea.
So I walk into the Den (at Purdue) and the counter isn't at the front, it's at the back where the soda fountains are in real life. And behind the counter, on shelves are tons of quirky little things, like stuffed birds and woven cloth and shrunken heads and stuff. The woman behind the counter looks like me--sort of. She looks like me as in she has similar features: green eyes, brown hair, about the same height. But she has her hair in dreadlocks and is wearing a long printed skirt and a earth colored shirt with multiple hemp necklaces and bracelets and a nose ring. I point at a terra cotta vase that is about 2 feet tall behind her, and she gets it for me and sets it on the counter in front of me. "Is that all?" I point at something else, something smaller, she gets that too. Then I ask her for 'the stuff you can't point at' and she nods, bends down and pulls out a bag of weed. She stuffs it into the top of the water pot and rings me up. I pay and walk out of the store into the parking lot, pretty damn proud of myself. But then I realize that I'm no longer wearing my clothes, I'm wearing what that woman was wearing, and my hair is in dreadlocks. I've become that woman behind the counter.

I feel like this dream has some kind of deep meaning for my life that I won't probe into...I mean, the shallow meaning is obvious---but I wonder what Freud or Jung would say about it. It was awesome though.