So I had this dream about vintage and my old job . . .

Ten years ago, before I started my vintage business, I worked at the Rag Shop, which sold fabrics and craft supplies. I was the fabric manager, then I was an assistant manager, and I worked there for 5 years. Occasionally, I have dreams that I'm back working there. I don't know why. Usually the dream involves me being late for work, or else I don't know my work schedule or whether I'm suppose to be working that day or not. Or else I'm there working and I don't know anyone and I'm not sure if I should act like a new employee or just go do the things that I used to do when I worked there before.
So last night I dreamed about working there again. I didn't know anyone there, and I was in the stockroom talking on the phone to my aunt for some reason. Then I got called up front to help another girl at the cutting table, measuring fabric. When I got up to the fabric department, I had to settle a dispute over a piece with a customer. Then I was helping the cutter fold up the fabric and put it away. But mixed in with the regular new fabrics, were pieces of old fabrics - barkcloth, 1940s rayon dress prints and 1920-30s cotton prints - all in colors and prints that I loved. So I was grabbing the old pieces of fabric and was putting together a pile of stuff for me to buy with my employees discount at the end of the day. Then I was going down an aisle in the store and I saw an old green hooked rug with matching chair pads - grabbed them and put them in my pile of stuff to buy too. Then, I found about 10 pairs of 1940s shoes in my size that someone had hidden behind some silk flowers. I grabbed those too! It turns out one of the other girls had stashed the shoes, planning to buy them for herself when she had enough money. So then I was troubled as to whether I should buy the shoes myself that day, or let her buy them (she was in the wrong, you're not suppose to hide stuff to buy, and you're only suppose to hold things for a week and make the purchase with your next paycheck) Then I woke up.

So what does this dream? Why do I occasionally dream about being back working at that old job? Why did this dream have me at the job with vintage goodies tuck in here and there? Plus all the vintage goodies were my favorite things, they were things I was planning on buying for myself, not for resale. Why was I on the phone with my aunt at work? Why did I snatch those shoes away from that other gal?