Lseadragon

I was going to the shops to buy tomatoes. But the line stretched out the door and in a circle around the parking lot. I figured fuck it, I could buy tomatoes tomorrow.

Then I was in somebody's house where a radio was playing. I was fiddling with those old Crush Gear toys, sending them around an arena; and a man was talking about a mysterious feature on a Futurama DVD where you could select one of Fry's posters. It made a strange noise and none of the DVD staff knew about it. As he talked about the strange noise the radio emitted a horrible screech (and it was horrible. It didn't belong in the dream. Thinking about it now I'd almost relate it to Castaneda's accounts of inorganic beings, for that's what it felt like. An inorganic alien, poking into my dream.) which hurt my ears. Then it changed to play Dave Holland. Soon after I woke up.