Starts in the mall again but different area. I'm with my sister and my grandma and grandpa, this authoritative woman is talking to us and giving us directives, she said we need to go into do something but come immediately back to state the results. But when we go into the empty powerless mall we go into a store together and instantly begin looting. everyone separates within the same stores and grabs stuff and shoves it in their pockets. I'm stealing shoes, my sister stealing scarves, my grandpa stealing watches but he seems against it a little, and my grandma is stealing the gummy candies in a candy glass thing. I go with my grandma to get gummy candy with her but then this metal wall drops and almost locks us in, I just watch it happen and see my grandpa yell for her to get out and her yell that it's stuck but then my grandpa just lifts it up a little like its a curtain and she goes under and out. Then we all realize we can get in trouble for what we were doing and this woman security guard comes and tells us all to get against the wall to check if we took anything, while she is distracted with my family I sneak away because she never saw me, then when she's done checking them I sneak back into the group and the woman asks me if she checked me and I said yes. then we are sitting against a wall awaiting for the woman from before to come and tell us something. I realize something is in my back pocket, I take it out and see that it's some sort of voice recording device one like Ive never seen before. I show it to my family but not my grandpa, they look fearful because we realize the woman has been listening to us and testing us if we've stolen, so I mess with the device thinking I should record over all that was recorded, but the controls and button were so complicated, and there were so many buttons on the front, back, and sides. Two pairs of each button but looked different, finally when I realized how to re-record somewhat, the woman burst in and tried to get it from me so I couldn't delete her evidence, she wrestled me on the ground trying to retrieve it from my grasp but I managed to get away and I ejected the tape because i couldn't re-record fast enough and i found a trash can that has fire in it and I threw the recording device into it and I threw the tape into it and it melted and the woman just fell to her knees, then I awoke.
Morning of October 23, 2013. Wednesday. In a dream that seems somewhat age-angst-relevant (concerned about getting older I suppose, not “old”, just older), I am back in school, but it is not any school I ever went to and my classmates are all unfamiliar. There are about seven or eight students (at least three females and a few males) and my mother (who died years ago) is also there. It almost seems to be a music studio in my home in Cubitis as well as my mother’s last room in Wisconsin at a sister’s house before moving into the Manor. A taller dark-haired female (completely unfamiliar in all ways) who seems to be someone important to me talks with me. Later, just as the school day is an hour from ending, I start to get annoyed for some reason, wondering what I am doing there. My mother asks a different taller dark-haired girl (who has her back to me and looking at a computer, as are most of the others - with about five or six computers in the room, which I never saw growing up in reality) about something in a way that seems to imply she is trying to be a “matchmaker” somehow and mistaking her for the other girl - asking her something about an e-mail address or something, I think. I am rather annoyed and shaking my head and trying to get her attention away from her and make subtle hints about it being the other girl (which really makes no sense at all from my perspective) without anyone knowing the person has (or could have) a connection to me. I get more and more annoyed, the most annoyed being from a cassette tape that I had recorded a lot of music on and it (the tape itself) turns into tangled yellow felt inside the cassette case (which makes no sense - I have had brand new “dud” tapes in real life but not like this - I also have had tapes get “eaten” in real life years ago, but it has not been a concern for about fifteen years or so - and why would I try to record on felt anyway - I have worked with felt and wonder why people ever bother to use it - it is extremely fragile and very short-lasting). I get the feeling, that, even though it seems I have two or three years of school left that I am “never going back” (which I say in my dream) and am “done with it all” as well as the seeming two weeks for the particular “class” I am in at the time. It seems rather final and even positive in some ways (but considering it also seems to be at my own house, it makes no sense). After a time, as I am waking, I realize I am not a young teenager, but am fairly “old” and feel quite strange as if I had moved briskly through time. Not really a regret, just wondering what had happened. “Red tape” is the idiom that refers to excessive regulation or rigid conformity to formal rules considered redundant or bureaucratic though there may be a subtle association with the “yellow tape” - possibly also a subtle relevance to “yellow pages” and communication. Felt may relate to feeling as in human feeling or feeling healing (though again, I see it as fragile and very short-lasting).
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