The Kestrel's Dreams

November 30, 2014

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I was with my family in Austria or Germany, on a river bank of concrete. It was like a man-made canal or something, with lots of bridges. It actually would look a little more like Chicago's river, but there weren't huge buildings all around.

We were going into a grocery store to get some food, and I was looking around for a specific pop. They didn't have it, so I picked out a chocolate milk instead. The grocery store was in someone's house, or something, and the owners offered tours of the top floors, where there was a lot of historical stuff and machines for sorting things. The stairs were in the center of the building, and the store was all around on the first floor. When we walked in, to the left were crates holding the drinks, like they had at the Kaufland in Germany when I studied over there (that picture's the best I could find to show what it was like. It was a culture shock to see everything out like that in the stores)

As I walked around the store clockwise, I found the counter at the back, and around a bit more was a deli. I met my little brother there and had him hold my things because I needed to get something else and didn't have any money (I didn't tell him he was going to pay for mine). I walked past a man who was looking at some product, and there were whole arms sticking out of the ceiling above him. It was part of the tour, I knew (somehow). The hands went back up through the ceiling, and the man never really noticed.

(I just remembered a few old dreams of rickety bridges through swamps and forests and fields at night, somehow... Not quite sure what the connection is there. Maybe I was on a tour in those dreams?)