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[Dec. 23rd, 2003|10:04 am]
Dreams and Nightmareland

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I’ve been having odd dreams lately, but I forget most of them before writing them down. Last night:

I don’t remember the first part of the dream (maybe there was no first part of the dream and I just think there was), but at some point in the dream my parents (?) have purchased a department store for me so I don’t have to work, I can just live off the department store’s revenue. I go to visit the store, and it’s at one end of a mall in a somewhat urban area out east (out east is more rural than urban, but there you go). It has a big red-and-white sign that I can’t read (dream-writing) but that reminds me somewhat of the ‘Pathmark’ logo I think. The store is part of a chain; I guess it must be a franchise if I ‘owned’ it. I walk through an open cafeteria-type area to get to the store, which has one huge room with floor-to ceiling windows on two walls, and then a confusion of smaller rooms upstairs, downstairs, and around it. I think the floor-plan kept shifting. The rooms are crammed full of things; especially junky old furniture (I see two couches kind of like the old couches we had from Sue’s grandma), packed so tightly together that I don’t know how we were walking on the floor. There are about a half-dozen salespeople there, even though there’s no customers; they’re playing games, smoking pot, fooling around... I ask them if they sell a lot of this stuff, and they say yes, but not right now because it’s winter and nobody comes out east in the winter. I’m very nervous, because I don’t know anything about running a department store or what I’m supposed to do, and I assume it’s a big job even though the nominal point was that I wouldn’t have to work.

I leave the store and go out in the parking lot, which looks different now than when I came in. I’m driving down the road, but I’m also walking down a hallway (sort of like a subway station) at the same time. I can see grass and street-signs by the side of the road, and also white (tile?) walls around me and a white ceiling overhead at the same time. I drive around a little; it’s very hilly, with lots of odd winding roads that won’t lead me to the parkway I’m trying to get to. I come to a set of three turnstiles/exits leading to three hallways/roads, and I’m not sure which to go through, so I ask the police officer standing there (a female police officer? It looks kind of like the transvestite cop from “Psycho Beach Party”) for directions. As ‘she’ gives me directions, instead of listening to ‘her’ I use a black marker to draw eyes and markings on a white Styrofoam (?) head that’s sitting on one of the turnstiles. It’s important to do that, like drawing on the head is somehow writing the directions down or something. After I’m done I have to go over to the big information-booth style desk that’s there and pay for the head I drew on.

I also have a vague remembrance that at some point in this dream or another dream Sue and I were both murdered. I remember no details (two gutted corpses with their mouths open against a wall, everything colored blue?), only that I felt very odd because I wasn’t upset at all that we had been murdered, it seemed perfectly normal. It's actually upsetting me a little now, now that I think about it.
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From: nintendojunkie
2003-12-24 12:42 pm (UTC)
That's crazy how different your dreams are than mine, due to us living in two vastly different geographical regions.
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[User Picture]From: aintesduck
2003-12-25 04:24 am (UTC)
Really?

In what fundimental way do you think my dreams are different from yours, and why do you think it's due to geography?

I'm not being a smart-ass, I'm really curious.
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