East of East St. Louis

dream lucid not part of dream, but talking about it

My Mother and I were in Downtown monroe, but a taller, more live Downtown Monroe. Mom and I had stopped at a gas station to get air in our tire and gas, of course. I told my Mom that I had to go to the bathroom, so I started to run to a store that had one. I had to run down the road and past a Judge, a tall wooden stand that is across from him with a woman sitting at it.

"I can tell you all about a person from one look at them," The Judge says as I walk closer. A person walks between them to get to the crosswalk, and the Judge rattles off a little bit about the person. When I pass between them, he says "Teen Angst." I ignore him.

I go to a store and go into the bathroom. There's writing on the stall walls, and I'm tempted to scribble something down, but I don't have a pen and I'm fairly sure the janitors will just scrub it off anyway. So I don't, and I just leave the stall when I'm done. I leave the bathroom and start walking.

I keep having trouble writing down what happened. So I'll write down what I remember.

Claudia from Warehouse 13 was there. She had black fingernail polish on, and for some reason I was helping them because I knew the area we were in. I got black fingernail polish too, for some reason, and I ran to a magic shop that I couldn't go through the door, but I could open the top of the door and poke my head through. I got an odd circular thing, looking a bit like a miniature dream catcher. Claudia had one as well, and it allowed us to communicate with each other.

We were chasing after a guy, and there were ropes we had to hold onto and swing from. I was hanging onto a rope, and Claudia was in front of me, and the guy we were chasing was in front of us.

There was some kind of natural disaster and so, we had to leave by helicopter. After a short ride, we were dropped off at some kind of mall.

I instantly have to go to the bathroom. I find one and go into a stall, do my business, and go to the sink. There's a line, though, so I just look around in the bathroom. There's skylights, and through the window I can see cloudy grey sky and rain dropping down onto them. There's a man and his young son in the bathroom, talking quietly. I'm not sure what they're saying.

I go over to the sink and I notice there are hair catchers in all of them. I think this is odd, but I don't push more. I wash my hands and dry them and leave the bathroom, heading to the bookstore.

There's only a couple of people in there, and I'm looking for a book, but I can't remember the title. So I'm searching around, hoping I'll see the title I'm looking for.

I see a lot of books on vampires, and the supernatural, and stuff like that. I flip through them, don't have a lot of trouble reading them. They have a lot of pictures in them, and some are interesting. A woman dressed in purple with a mask on, a fog-covered bridge, a woman standing in a kitchen watching as an octopus attacks her sister.

I leave the bookstore, annoyed at not finding what I wanted, and pass six hispanic guys. The dream shifts from me to them.

They talk about this skit they have to do. One mentions that it might help boost morale and distract people. One guy doesn't really want to do it, but can't fault with his friend's arguments. They go to the food court, where a stage has been put up, and get into position.

The dream faded out and I woke up.