my family is nauseating?

My Dad is in a ratty bathrobe. He's wearing worn-out black slippers. He's also in a mall walking around with my brother and Mother. I'm tired of his antics, so I walk to the end of the mall, looking for a cell phone store. The walls are all the same in the giant alley of the mall: They remind me of Egyptian stones used to build the pyramids, but they are light khaki in color and it's nauseating.

I walk the length of the mall and come to a court with a fountain. One exit to my right is bright, with many doors and sets of tables and chairs dotting the area. The second exit is a narrow hallway in front of me, and it looks depressing. The only cell phone store in the mall is run by a Washington State company and the phone calls made from their phones reach nowhere outside the state's borders. Ghetto. The only entrance to the store is from the outside. How inconvenient that is for Washingtonians, I think to myself. Frustrated I turn back to find my family. I walk the length of the mall without seeing them and mysteriously end up at the cell phone store end. Confused, I slowly turn around to walk the mall again and catch my Mother in a Motherhood type store. She's looking at clothes on hangers. My brother is mimicking her. My Dad is wondering around in his robe with a can of beer. The thought that my nausea may not be caused by the wall color occurs to me.