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A store
I dreamed I was standing on neck of a small man wearing a rubber Tyrannosaurus costume. With the other foot I was kicking sand into his face.
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I dreamed I was in a large, wide, big-box store, red edges and exposed pipes overhead like a warehouse. The wife and I were in the imported tea aisle, and it smelled of exotic spices. On a TV elevated above the aisle was one of these news programs telling the story of a Tibetan monk, a world-renowned ascetic who was expressing ideas that, to me, sounded like late Neoplatonism. He was pictured with popes and presidents, but the hook was that in the '90s he had plunged into the tea importing business, and thence into infamy, apparently for passing off inauthentic products to the Western palate. I picked up a box of the tea they were speaking about. It was in a powdered form, a bright yellow box, and it still bore the founder's message on the back, although it seemed garbled or in some other language. "CCtttahwmewp. Wiwiwiipppmth..." and so on. I handed it to the wife, and she put it back on the shelf. Extremely high sugar content.
I left my wife with the cart and started browsing on my own, and got to the frozen meats section. Here was a freezer full of huge briskets, each the size of a human torso, piled up on ice. The price tag was roughly $291 per slab. A giant of a man reached past me and grabbed on; he was tall like a stork, with a pinched, small features and almost transparent glasses, wearing a heavy blue coat like it was wintertime, and for a moment I thought I recognized him. A line was forming behind me to get to the brisket, with shopping carts jostling. I was holding up the works, so I moved on.
I rounded the back of the store, which was a tighter space, with lockers and foodstuffs piled high. There were some menacing looking kids hanging about, harassing and threatening old people with cars. They turned their attentions to me as I wandered by. I tried to ignore them, but they forced the issue, patting at my pockets as if to boost something off me. I pushed one kid away, but more surrounded me. I tried walking faster to get back to the main area of the store, shoving another of the kids. Now one sneering lad came strutting forward, a mottled face and stained green sweatsuit, eyes fixed on me, uttering obscenities. I turned to face him and brought out my trusty work knife, only to see his eyes light up. He, too, brought out a knife, and began closing in...
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I dreamed I was in a large, wide, big-box store, red edges and exposed pipes overhead like a warehouse. The wife and I were in the imported tea aisle, and it smelled of exotic spices. On a TV elevated above the aisle was one of these news programs telling the story of a Tibetan monk, a world-renowned ascetic who was expressing ideas that, to me, sounded like late Neoplatonism. He was pictured with popes and presidents, but the hook was that in the '90s he had plunged into the tea importing business, and thence into infamy, apparently for passing off inauthentic products to the Western palate. I picked up a box of the tea they were speaking about. It was in a powdered form, a bright yellow box, and it still bore the founder's message on the back, although it seemed garbled or in some other language. "CCtttahwmewp. Wiwiwiipppmth..." and so on. I handed it to the wife, and she put it back on the shelf. Extremely high sugar content.
I left my wife with the cart and started browsing on my own, and got to the frozen meats section. Here was a freezer full of huge briskets, each the size of a human torso, piled up on ice. The price tag was roughly $291 per slab. A giant of a man reached past me and grabbed on; he was tall like a stork, with a pinched, small features and almost transparent glasses, wearing a heavy blue coat like it was wintertime, and for a moment I thought I recognized him. A line was forming behind me to get to the brisket, with shopping carts jostling. I was holding up the works, so I moved on.
I rounded the back of the store, which was a tighter space, with lockers and foodstuffs piled high. There were some menacing looking kids hanging about, harassing and threatening old people with cars. They turned their attentions to me as I wandered by. I tried to ignore them, but they forced the issue, patting at my pockets as if to boost something off me. I pushed one kid away, but more surrounded me. I tried walking faster to get back to the main area of the store, shoving another of the kids. Now one sneering lad came strutting forward, a mottled face and stained green sweatsuit, eyes fixed on me, uttering obscenities. I turned to face him and brought out my trusty work knife, only to see his eyes light up. He, too, brought out a knife, and began closing in...