Customer Returns Esoteric Book

1. Lawn

Lawn.

2. Cleaning Shoes

Inside. I think parents. I am trying to leave, end of a party.
Outside. Vidc and Pesl are at a table, the table is full of plastic cups of beer and so on, they are all empty. They are comfortable. Light, on the left nothing or a wall, the table is on that side. Open space on the right, house at the back. I come from the front, which would have been a uphill walk. I suppose Joja2 is also here, but I don't remember well. They have been partying the whole night through.
Seeing this table was a very lucid moment.
We have brought are own glasses. Maybe some are of glass, different sizes, but all look similar, clear. Our own bottles are also here. Mead, empty, these must have been mine. I am cleansing them, because I would like to reuse them later.
At some point, Vidc is looking for a glass, he finds a beaker behind him, or a cup. And then something about the toilet, but I can't read my notes.
Pesl also wants one.
Later inside, which looks a little bit like our parents' house. Kitchen to veranda to outside. Mother is there. I still have to do the dishes, and am making ready to leave, but this last job has to be done.
I go outside, which is in the veranda which looks like a terrace, so I'm not sure whether this is inside or outside. I want to cleanse my shoes too, and I have to do this outside of course. Which is a few steps down, there is some real difference in height, the ground level and the garden. The garden is long and big, vast. So now I am below and trying to clean my shoes. I am alone here, doing this on my own, the rest is upstairs so to speak, they are only inside, which is ground level.
So I separate myself from the rest, I really feel this. I also know or recognize this place, I have been here before in other dreams.
I look into my shoes when I want to clean them. They are very long. Too long for my feet, but I don't think about that in the dream, the tip is narrow, and they have a soft white sole inlaid. I see this is starting to wear off. Only a little bit. In one shoe a little more than in the other. The right one is okay. Inside of the shoes. But I am already worried I should go buy new soles. I don't like doing that kind of stuff.
Outside on the wall of the building, house, red bricks, is a tap. It is unusually long, and I did not even know it was here, but is comes in handy. (Something about the owners, I can't read notes, but there is an explanation of why this tap is here). I briefly wonder whether the water that comes out of this tap is good for drinking. But I don't try.
When I am done, maybe I don't really clean the shoes, I go back inside, this is more like the veranda of my parents. There is a customer, when I reenter the house, kitchen, who wants to buy something or talk to me. I recognize him, he comes often. He reminds me of two customers really, or maybe he is one first and then the other. I don't know their names. Certainly the first is one who buys his daily newspaper, at noon, is impatient, but comes every time anyway. Then he changes, and is a customer who is much more quiet. He brings back a book, one of Alice Bailey's books, which surprises me, I want to ask him what he thought of the book, but I don't want to go into it, because there is no real opportunity. He comes up the stairs to bring it back. Maybe it is about telepathy. So we are in the doorway. A few times I negotiate with myself whether I should ask questions about the book, because I think it is interesting and it is interesting to hear someone else's view, but I decide against it every time.
That moment the dream ends.