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A clawed hand
Jan. 25th, 2022 08:29 amI dreamed i was in my old city visiting. It was evening and autumn. I drove by my friend's parents' house; he had left Brooklyn (and his wife!) and was back living with his folks right near city hall, I knew. (Note: None of this is from real life.) In the dream, I conspired to purchase a clawed werewolf hand from a local dollar store and creep up to his parents' lighted windows and paw at it, as a joke. I knew it would get everyone enervated, and I laughed to myself.
I drove around looking for a dollar store. Then my family was with me, and my brother. Inside the dollar store was no clawed hands, but instead we began to purchase various objects to create a water-and-rock feature for our home. My brother found "Rocks in a Box," which is exactly what it sounds like. Part of one of the stones didn't fit with the other, so I used a handheld circular saw (that looked like a Maglite) to saw away a piece of the rock, scattering obsidian shards all over the floor of the store. No employees intervened.
A lady came up and began examining the construction, and she began trying arrange the rock in such-and-such a way. This annoyed me, but I didn't prevent her, yet when she was distracted I immediately grabbed all the stuff and proceeded to the counter of the store, afraid she would make off with some of our goods.
I was exasperated as my arms were full of random items, and while waiting at one cash register it became apparent that it wasn't open. A husky cashier directed me to the next available register, which had a significant line of folks queued up already. Aggravated, I hobbled over, with pieces of black rock slipping through my clasped arms.
I drove around looking for a dollar store. Then my family was with me, and my brother. Inside the dollar store was no clawed hands, but instead we began to purchase various objects to create a water-and-rock feature for our home. My brother found "Rocks in a Box," which is exactly what it sounds like. Part of one of the stones didn't fit with the other, so I used a handheld circular saw (that looked like a Maglite) to saw away a piece of the rock, scattering obsidian shards all over the floor of the store. No employees intervened.
A lady came up and began examining the construction, and she began trying arrange the rock in such-and-such a way. This annoyed me, but I didn't prevent her, yet when she was distracted I immediately grabbed all the stuff and proceeded to the counter of the store, afraid she would make off with some of our goods.
I was exasperated as my arms were full of random items, and while waiting at one cash register it became apparent that it wasn't open. A husky cashier directed me to the next available register, which had a significant line of folks queued up already. Aggravated, I hobbled over, with pieces of black rock slipping through my clasped arms.
