dream fragment

I keep getting glimpses of something to do with shopping or being at a mall, but I can't remember any details past that.

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R & I were putting on our shoes getting ready to leave. Not sure where we were. I got the feeling of a basement suite or something (we live in a condo IRL). Suddenly a guy enters who we know (not IRL, no clue who he was). He's very tall and looks like he's in a lot of pain. We ask what happened and he tells us that he and some others had entered a field to cross it, not realizing that it had been marked off for a game and that opposing teams were throwing things at each other. He'd gotten hit in the groin with an apple. The others had managed to duck and avoid being hit.

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I'm walking down the street in the old part of town with AG. There's some kind of festival going on and lots of people around and tents with sellers. It doesn't look like the festival we have every year IRL, but close. We pause at the large window of a store that IRL is a bookstore. In the dream it was some kind of antique or junk store. A was fascinated by one of the displays in the window. All I can remember seeing there were some big plastic watches. One of them was off the display slightly, having fallen.

We notice that a large part of the glass is gone (the window itself is from about a foot off the ground to maybe 5 or 6 feet high). A decides to help out by reaching in and putting the fallen watch back on the display. He does so, but we hear a grumpy voice from the back of the shop yelling at him to get out because they're closed.

A brief pause passes and then I'm with W now, not AG. We're still at the same shop. For some reason we are now carefully entering the store through the open window. We kind of half-climb, half-fly in. We just want to look around and for some reason it seems fine to do this. We stay close to the front window, looking at some more junky things that are on display. Suddenly the grumpy voice comes again, angrier now, telling us to get out of his store. I am closer to the window and I immediately fly out. In order to do this without breaking anything, I have to grab a blue glass vase that's in my way. Panicked, I'm still holding onto it as I fly about a block and a half away and hover there, looking for W.

W is larger and clumsier than I am. He has a harder time just jumping out the window into flight. As he struggles to escape the store owner is getting closer and ranting on. I'm frustrated at him because we weren't doing anything harmful to the store owner. Angry, I throw the vase down on the ground to shatter it. W is upset at me for that one because now he thinks the shop owner is going to try to blame him for that and charge him for theft/vandalism.

Things fade slightly at that point, then I wake up with a bad cough.

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It's too bad that flying rarely works as a trigger to let me know that I'm dreaming. It used to, when I was younger. Now it's just such a "normal" thing for me in the dream world, my subconscious isn't too surprised by it. Rarely it still works as a reminder that I'm dreaming, but often I "know" I'm dreaming and still just go along with it without any thought of going lucid, despite how I try to train myself to do that. Ah well. I guess I need a different dream trigger. lol! And reality checks don't really work well for me. I can barely remember to do them while awake, let alone while sleeping. I don't have a good memory for things like that.