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09-21-2013 -- [Second dream of the night, shortly after the below this, and at least slightly tied in to it.] Something about mail and packages waiting on the doorstep of the Hickory house, with just a hint of music clubs and CDs in the mail, before walking inside the house. Then somehow I find myself at the Buena Park Mall, visiting a new store that is just opening up. It is huge and fancy, with some absolutely fabulous bargains, but oddly the place seems to have no name, which is certainly odd.

Meanwhile, there are some major hints of the water world dream from earlier in the night, and somehow a strange cross of Carl Baumer and one of my old Cadet councilors is here, and he has a broom, or maybe a pair of clippers. I have used my world building powers to sort of sheer off a very sharp edge, which makes them work much, much better. Meanwhile, I am running through this huge, fancy, important store, and find myself needing to make a run to the restroom, and find myself wondering if it will be the usual mess. Amazingly enough, it is quite clean and nice.

Then I find myself in an odd sort of food court / waiting room / beauty parlor (there are women sitting around under the huge hair dryer things) and have just gotten a cheap bacon cheese burger, and am ranting about how even though the thing is really cheap, you can actually taste the bacon, and it is quite good. These things shouldn't be for the tiny amount I paid for it! I am being looked down on by a stuck up woman who is quickly turning into Hyacinth Bucket as I am climbing into my car and trying to drive home.

I find myself driving up hill from the lower May Company parking area (the area where there used to be the winding pedestrian path along the hillside, before they tore it out to add in the lower level and the theater), while trying to avoid running over Hyacinth as she tries to walk up the hill to where her car is parked. It is late at night, perhaps two or three am, and there are only one or two cars left in the parking lot.

I find myself driving by what used to be the car care center, just about to turn onto Dale, but the car care place has turned into a strip mall, filled with hole-in-the-wall restaurants, and for some reason I have stopped to get some ice cream or something. The people sitting here are weird and have a bit of an attitude, hints of goth or something, and the counter person has me signing the receipt while warning me not to try to claim the extra half penny from the sales tax, like everybody else seems to want to do. I tell him I am not going to worry about asking for a half a penny. Just strange.