I’m working in Selfridges in London, at at shop of a brand that is one of the well-known symbols of my country. My best friend (who is in reality now to me more like a distant relative, the tile “best friend” is sort of historical ) works there, too. Apparently, she got me the position here. We are sales assistants, but maybe she is more experienced there and so she is guiding me there (don’t think she had higher position).
The brand store was very big all on one floor, and all walls and maybe also floors were white and all very bright (not sure there were windows). I don’t remember the actual clothes/goods, and none of them stroke me as being from that brand. I’m not sure we had a supervisor, and not sure I remember customers. In fact, the store was way bigger than the clothes and the people in there, sort of like a renovated warehouse, but all white. Possibly the light came from some headlights mounted on the ceiling, but it looked like daylight.
I went on the stairs behind a door towards the shop storage. In the dream, I think I may have found a very typical bag from that brand (I used to have one which I used to go to school every day in high school for a while, maybe in the last few years until I graduated from high school. It wasn’t real, however it looks as good as). Somehow my best friend was there, and she took me to a backdoor that opened onto an immensely huge rooftop terrace (we had to go down, possibly some stairs, to access it from our building, ie. it was a bit down below from where we originally were). Everything was white again, but surrounded on the edges by some green plants. The sun was shining, but in the way it shines in my home country (which is definitely not how it shines in London). I think there was a view over town, but it looked more like my home country than London.
From this huge square space on the terrace, some huge white sun loungers somehow sprung from the floor. We were lounging on one each, with our bellies down, whilst they sprung up. Their legs were somehow flexible in the moment they moved up, and made of small flowers that were changing colour like christmas lights. Hence, these were the support of the white beds that were coming up and on which we were lying, and which were also very soft and padded.
I think my friend was saying something about “don’t worry our boss doesn’t know we’re here and she cannot come find us”. But in fact I hadn’t seen any boss in the dream.
I then started thinking something about being able to stay there overnight (alone) and no one coming to get me even though the main store (Selfridges) would be closed.
I was a shop assistant with no shoppers to assist...? I'm sure this dream has some meaning related to the home country/London theme..