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    Wednesday, July 1

    by , 07-04-2020 at 11:42 PM (40 Views)
    Iím at a Target, where I have a new AP job. Iím on the second floor, in a hallway with all of the general offices. The walls are lime green and white, and everything seems clean and orderly. Mairin walks me into one of the rooms and introduces me to the AP manager. He seems rather unaffected by us entering but warmly shakes my hand. Though he definitely says it, I miss his name. He looks like an average, middle aged white man, wearing faded denim jeans, some outdoorsy/sports shirt, and a ball cap. His mostly white beard is trimmed fairly close to his face. He stands by a tall shelf of tools and assembles what I think is going to be a table. He screws pieces into one another to form what must be the leg. They are small, so I think the table will be as well. (The leg is maybe the size of his forearm). I notice two instruction sheets lying at his feet. Mairin doesnít seem to mind that heís doing this as we talk. I imagine how this will correlate to the work environment. To me, he both does and does not look like typical AP.




    I seem to have just finished up with something and am getting into my car thatís parked on the street. It is towards the end of sunset and growing dark out. I donít think that itís all that late and think about how the days are getting shorter. I think Iím fine with it, that this is a reasonable time for sunset. I begin driving now and am going to go to Kelli's house. I miss the street I shouldíve taken and think Iíll just keep going and figure it out as I go. I then take my phone out for the map and text her, asking for the address. I continue driving straight on this fairly small city street and then slow to let some people cross the street. They are coming out of a door to my left that is only a few feet from the street. The first one glares at me as he crosses as if I wasnít going to stop in time for him. There are around five people total crossing, and I notice that theyíre all Black and all look disgruntled. Thereís then a gap, which I take. One more starts to come out to cross, but Iím already going. He stops and waves at me, unbothered. Iím texting Kelli about something else now and see that she hasnít responded yet.




    Iím in a fairly large, brown shower stall. There are a few of these, in a line. A few others are occupied, all with guys. Everyone seems genuinely friendly with each other. Iím drying off and getting dressed. I think this room of shower stalls is at my work (the Target from the first dream?) and I leave some things in the stall because I know Iíll be back. I leave now, but Iím not sure if itís to go home or not. There is a sense of us living here? I think I initially walk out unclothed and then come back.

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