Post by KG on Aug 24, 2008 10:02:18 GMT -5
I fianally had a dream I remember. It's been a while since my subconscious produced anything even remotely inteligible so I decided to post it.
There was some sort of game and Bear, and Stoner are counting something like Poker chips at something like a ticket booth. Bear’s chips are blue, and Stoner’s are green. I think it looks like Stoner won, and I kind of hope he did, but Bear is sure he won… but they won’t know for sure till they count the chips. Meanwhile cars are driving by. We are obviously somewhat in the way, but mostly we are standing at the curb, and the chips are on the sidewalk, which is very narrow in front of the ticket booth. Both of them had bent down to count them on the ground first. The chips started to roll away, and I squatted down to pick them up. One car comes up, half on the sidewalk near the ticket booth, and nearly runs me over. I feel the tire on my leg… which apparently stops the car. I am determined to gather the chips before I move. The woman is spinning the tire against my leg. I think this is rude, and potentially dangerous, but only slightly uncomfortable for some reason. I am wondering if I have a right to be angry about this, but Bear thinks I as at fault for being in the way, and not getting out of the way quickly. I actually have trouble getting up so she could drive past, with this car in my lap, but he can’t understand that.
Suddenly the kids are gone, and I go to a Dept Store with Barry. I run into mom and she was asking me if I sent a Christmas present to some old folks she’d run into. I didn’t remember, but I had sent some stuff off that she asked me too. I didn’t know the old people. I was irritated about having her even think I cared about the question. It had been a long time since Christmas, and I felt angry with my mom, and tried to let her know nicely that this line of questioning was annoying. I started to feel bad physically, but I knew the day was just starting. The whole time I was talking to her, Bear just sort of left me and did the shopping, which forced me to walk around with mom. Later he was standing outside waiting for me. He says he wants me to check out the store next door.
Next door is a store that one of his friends own. I’ve been to that store before in dreams. I remember the store in this dream. There is a lot of stuff, and mostly brick-a-brack. I walk through and it is like a little path winding around through the house, just wide enough to step, and I feel like I am going to fall. It seems to be a house, with upstairs and down. The whole store is very cluttered and makeshift, and most of the stuff is weird, some of it is used. Bear always pushes me to buy stuff at this store, I thought, but I can’t find anything in this place without searching through miles of crap. I look through the entire store. It takes a long time to get through that store even in a dream.
In the meantime the people were sort of watching me and judging me. I didn’t care except I felt annoyed. I felt like I was going to fall all the time because the store was so cluttered, and I was tripping over stuff. It took so long to look at everything that it was exhausting. I had to put up with their bratty kids, and their pets at every turn also. At one point I was digging through a toy box, and the kid was afraid I was going to buy one of her toys that she liked. The toy was old and nasty, and the stuffing was out of it, and loose in the toy box. I told her, “What makes you think I’d want that? Believe me I don’t. I just wanted to see what it was.” I gathered the people didn’t like me very much, and generally thought I was nuts. They felt sorry for Bear, and I heard him explaining stuff about me, and they were talking about the fact I had been ‘sick’ and that I was ‘ill’ and ‘hadn’t been the same since…’ and other bits and pieces. Every time I tripped over a bit of clutter, or struggled down a wobbly staircase I could tell Bear was embarrassed of me. The people wanted to close, and I still hadn’t seen it all, or found anything I really wanted. I was looking for something in specific, but I couldn’t find it, or explain what it was I’d seen last time that I wanted. I hated being in that store, but the stuff they had was just so interesting, in a morbid sort of way, and there was something I wanted… it was just that I felt very awkward. I knew I was expected to buy something… preferably a lot of stuff.
Finally I picked out a doll, with the face of a moon on one side, and the face of a human girl on the other. I really liked the doll. Then I grabbed another doll in a lavender dress that I liked. They were a little smaller than Barbie, and mostly decorative, not toys. When I got to the register, the employees were going home for the day. When I was ready to pay, I felt something move in my hand, and suddenly I had these two ornamental cats in my hand. They were like glass figures, but really they were tiny kittens glued down somehow. I asked if they were really live cats. The woman said yes. I was shocked, and thought that was so cruel, because they were pinned down and couldn’t move. She said she’d put them back but I just had this awful sick feeling and kept asking questions. I knew the people were pet lovers and couldn’t imagine them having something like that. She said they came from the Phillapines, and she saw nothing wrong with them really. I shuddered, and set them down. I was totally grossed out. I felt sorry for the kittens, but I was too horrified to want them. I felt like I was going to throw up. I was dizzy already from spending hours in that crazy store, and I just wanted out. I remembered that every time I went in there I felt sick, but I always stayed for hours. I woke up when I was at the register, and was relieved because I wasn’t really there. Then I was disappointed that I didn’t get the dolls that I had worked so hard to find.
There was some sort of game and Bear, and Stoner are counting something like Poker chips at something like a ticket booth. Bear’s chips are blue, and Stoner’s are green. I think it looks like Stoner won, and I kind of hope he did, but Bear is sure he won… but they won’t know for sure till they count the chips. Meanwhile cars are driving by. We are obviously somewhat in the way, but mostly we are standing at the curb, and the chips are on the sidewalk, which is very narrow in front of the ticket booth. Both of them had bent down to count them on the ground first. The chips started to roll away, and I squatted down to pick them up. One car comes up, half on the sidewalk near the ticket booth, and nearly runs me over. I feel the tire on my leg… which apparently stops the car. I am determined to gather the chips before I move. The woman is spinning the tire against my leg. I think this is rude, and potentially dangerous, but only slightly uncomfortable for some reason. I am wondering if I have a right to be angry about this, but Bear thinks I as at fault for being in the way, and not getting out of the way quickly. I actually have trouble getting up so she could drive past, with this car in my lap, but he can’t understand that.
Suddenly the kids are gone, and I go to a Dept Store with Barry. I run into mom and she was asking me if I sent a Christmas present to some old folks she’d run into. I didn’t remember, but I had sent some stuff off that she asked me too. I didn’t know the old people. I was irritated about having her even think I cared about the question. It had been a long time since Christmas, and I felt angry with my mom, and tried to let her know nicely that this line of questioning was annoying. I started to feel bad physically, but I knew the day was just starting. The whole time I was talking to her, Bear just sort of left me and did the shopping, which forced me to walk around with mom. Later he was standing outside waiting for me. He says he wants me to check out the store next door.
Next door is a store that one of his friends own. I’ve been to that store before in dreams. I remember the store in this dream. There is a lot of stuff, and mostly brick-a-brack. I walk through and it is like a little path winding around through the house, just wide enough to step, and I feel like I am going to fall. It seems to be a house, with upstairs and down. The whole store is very cluttered and makeshift, and most of the stuff is weird, some of it is used. Bear always pushes me to buy stuff at this store, I thought, but I can’t find anything in this place without searching through miles of crap. I look through the entire store. It takes a long time to get through that store even in a dream.
In the meantime the people were sort of watching me and judging me. I didn’t care except I felt annoyed. I felt like I was going to fall all the time because the store was so cluttered, and I was tripping over stuff. It took so long to look at everything that it was exhausting. I had to put up with their bratty kids, and their pets at every turn also. At one point I was digging through a toy box, and the kid was afraid I was going to buy one of her toys that she liked. The toy was old and nasty, and the stuffing was out of it, and loose in the toy box. I told her, “What makes you think I’d want that? Believe me I don’t. I just wanted to see what it was.” I gathered the people didn’t like me very much, and generally thought I was nuts. They felt sorry for Bear, and I heard him explaining stuff about me, and they were talking about the fact I had been ‘sick’ and that I was ‘ill’ and ‘hadn’t been the same since…’ and other bits and pieces. Every time I tripped over a bit of clutter, or struggled down a wobbly staircase I could tell Bear was embarrassed of me. The people wanted to close, and I still hadn’t seen it all, or found anything I really wanted. I was looking for something in specific, but I couldn’t find it, or explain what it was I’d seen last time that I wanted. I hated being in that store, but the stuff they had was just so interesting, in a morbid sort of way, and there was something I wanted… it was just that I felt very awkward. I knew I was expected to buy something… preferably a lot of stuff.
Finally I picked out a doll, with the face of a moon on one side, and the face of a human girl on the other. I really liked the doll. Then I grabbed another doll in a lavender dress that I liked. They were a little smaller than Barbie, and mostly decorative, not toys. When I got to the register, the employees were going home for the day. When I was ready to pay, I felt something move in my hand, and suddenly I had these two ornamental cats in my hand. They were like glass figures, but really they were tiny kittens glued down somehow. I asked if they were really live cats. The woman said yes. I was shocked, and thought that was so cruel, because they were pinned down and couldn’t move. She said she’d put them back but I just had this awful sick feeling and kept asking questions. I knew the people were pet lovers and couldn’t imagine them having something like that. She said they came from the Phillapines, and she saw nothing wrong with them really. I shuddered, and set them down. I was totally grossed out. I felt sorry for the kittens, but I was too horrified to want them. I felt like I was going to throw up. I was dizzy already from spending hours in that crazy store, and I just wanted out. I remembered that every time I went in there I felt sick, but I always stayed for hours. I woke up when I was at the register, and was relieved because I wasn’t really there. Then I was disappointed that I didn’t get the dolls that I had worked so hard to find.