Recently, I forget my dreams, and they are very vivid, as well as for me carrying some important information, history.
But this afternoon I quite sharply recalled my dream, thinking that I had forgotten. I went up to some kind of tent store, something like a small souvenir shop.
There were many figures of different animals, soft and hard. I looked for tigers there, found them, and then they disappeared. For some reason, I was looking for them.
When I left the shop with a good-natured smiling woman or even an old woman (I don’t remember exactly), I was in some room and saw that my pockets were stuffed with something.
Inside were white tigers, velvety to the touch and soft. And right away I was scared - it turns out somehow these figures turned out to be with me, but I didn’t even pay for them?

I do not quite understand what they wanted to say to me. But she just remembered the good-natured woman, and what the figures were to the touch. The impression was calm and joyful.