>Was in a grocery store and picked up some Pepsi or other type of drink in a blue flask-shaped container and asked about it. It was $2x.xx which was surprising to me so I put it back. Then I went down the aisle and that led to a bookstore, where I saw some really weird art of a hose attached to a fat guy's stomach. Then, the next door (that I saw at least) led to a junkyard. Then, I wasn't seeing through my own eyes. The two people traveling through the junkyard, one who I was seeing through, were wondering how to get out of a series of junkyards. One of them was getting angry and the other one, who I was seeing through, put his hands around the other man's waist as if it was around his shoulders and said "If you don't get a hold of your anger and (what was said here?) you'll be swept away" and I woke.
Someone was making a new version of Lord of the Rings. it was turning out horrible. The orcs were basically people dressed up in chimpanzee suits. Sauron was a huge ugly monster and he had a wife. He ate his own spit. I was sent to live in a bookstore. There was an all-boys' section. As sort of a personality test and to see if I had what it took to live there I had to fight a Pokémon boss battle. I did horribly. Some obese teenager pushed me over from behind. I remember being a bit surprised by that. A screaming man came riding over a hill on a tractor and started shooting maniacally at me with a machine gun. I ducked underneath a car for protection and started saying my prayers.
Morning of May 22, 2014. Thursday. I am in a small second-hand book store in an unknown location. There are two unknown females behind the counter which is nearly chest high. There is a table with at least eight piles of comic magazines to my right that, although seem a lot like Warren magazines in overall design are actually (fictional) black-and-white Avengers comic magazines which I have not seen before (possibly from the early 1980s). I put several on the counter to buy after going through the stacks, eventually adding up to about a dozen or more. The younger cashier on the right says that she will take off a certain amount of money from the total price if I buy more, so I look over what I had already put on the counter, and look more at the ones on the table. The total will probably be about $23.00 to $24.00 or somewhere around that range. I read the title “Avengers” on each cover, but I start to focus on only the covers that feature Marvel’s Black Cat character, all in similar full-body layouts for the most part, although she looks more like DC’s Catwoman. Also, I call her “Black Widow” which is yet another character and more to do with the actual Avengers. There are at least a dozen or more of these magazines I decide to get and eventually decide to only get those that feature her on the cover. However, over time, I have to keep putting the covers back on. I notice that when I pick one up sometimes, the cover is missing and still on the table, which I then put back over the rest of the book. In addition to all that, some of the covers remind me (in overall style of art) of Silver Sable. In the long run, I only refer to her as “Black Widow” in my dream even though it may be a version of the Black Cat though I do not wish to sound ignorant. The cashiers do not correct me if such is the case. After this dream, I also realized it could have been relative to “The Avengers” television series, which is unrelated to Marvel’s Avengers. The title in my dream matched some stylized titles of the show.
a long line of kids my age outside of my work place. holy shit a gun? no- a lighter, no worries. pehry passes joints around. were gonna be here awhile. moving along, all of a sudden i'm alone. my surroundings have changed now that i "look up" i'm in a borders books/clothing store, asking people where the line went. dirty looks, still lost, think about taking small sketchbooks but i have a dream conscience. we were supposed to see the abandoned building- oldest submerged bathtub and dead bodies (i can "see" what it looks like)
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