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    1. Thursday, January 16

      by , 01-16-2020 at 08:41 PM
      I am in some convenience store, waiting for Makayla. I think she said she would be right back or something. Sheís taking forever though, and even the Indian? clerk in here notices it. I watch as he rings up two Hispanic? men for a six pack. I think the beer is some bigger name brewery but a weird fruit flavor. I then think it might not be half bad, in a guilty pleasure kind of way. I think about how six packs donít last that long. Tired of waiting, I talk out and to the right to go find her. It is pretty dark out. There is a covering over a few spaces in this lot. There is also a pool table, at which Makayla is lining up a shot. She seems me and keeps on smiling without a care in the world.
    2. Sunday, January 5

      by , 01-06-2020 at 08:35 PM
      I am at work when a chubby blond lady abruptly asks me where something is (a movie, I think). I am slightly irritated because I am not even dressed like a sales associate. I go to look for her, opening a door by the emergency exit by the menís shoes. It leads to a huge, depressed, concrete area with a ton of racks (or shelves?) The movie that she asked for starts with a letter close to the beginning of the alphabet, so I figure it will be easy to look for. I am now walking around the sales floor and notice that I am wearing a White Chapel band shirt. There is a graphic and the band name above it in a white and almost cursive font. It all seems faint or worn. I open the same door again and see that there are a lot less racks/shelvesÖ until I notice that they are actually cars and the area is a parking lot. I think I walk into it with the associate Julie.
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    3. Thursday, October 17

      by , 11-02-2019 at 08:36 PM
      I pull into the parking lot of a shopping center that seems to be on a slight hill. This store - Walmart? - is at the top of the hill. It has a section of close parking and then more farther down. I take a left towards the closer lot even though it looks pretty full. Not that far in, I stop because I see one slanted spot open right before a backed-in truck. It looks like a man is unloading his family, but Iíve stopped at just the right distance to back in, so I do so. Inside the building, it looks more like a used book/record store. It is slightly dingy. There are bins scattered throughout without much reason as far as I can tell, so I start thumbing through a random one. There are about two employees talking to each other. The atmosphere is not exactly inviting. I know Scott works AP here and I wonder what the chances are that heíll see me on camera. There is a separate room here, but itís more of the same.
    4. Wednesday, April 10

      by , 05-03-2019 at 10:52 PM
      I am working, though this place does not look like work. It almost seems like something at the Legends, like a department store at the edge of a shopping mall and its large parking lot. Laynie and I are watching cameras when we notice an old lady stuffing jewelry into her purse in a deserted aisle. I think she is with 1-2 others, and they may be doing so also, but we only see the lady do it. We go out into the parking lot after her to stop her. She comes back, and now Iím alone with her in what looks like a large, empty fitting room stall. Thereís a desk in here, on which are all the stolen items that were in her bag. There are about 3 to 4 boxes of different shapes and sizes. I am asking her questions and filling out paperwork, confidently. I ask things like why she did it and if sheís done it before. I feel in charge, but I am also being nice with her. I canít really read her, but she seems to not care.


      *The following seem like fragments, but are probably part of this dream since the fitting room and parking lot seem the exact same.

      Laynie and I have gone out into the parking lot to stop a few teen girls. As soon as one sees me approach and try to talk to her, her face reddens and she turns hard to avoid me. They try to run from us as we yell that they could come with us or we could call the cops.

      I have brought a teen couple back into the fitting room with the desk. I am being funny and friendly but serious with them. They donít seem to care that theyíre in here. I have them turn over the stolen merchandise, and they start stripping off tons of clothes and concealed clothes. Iím almost impressed with how much they have - I think I tell them this. It seems like they do this almost professionally.