I was walking through the liquor store with my boyfriend when two guys from my Hinduism class I took the last semester I was in college walked by. They started talking to my boyfriend. I didn't know they knew each other. That was unexpected. While they talked I walked through looking at the liquor. I didn't see any that I wanted so I quickly walked out. My boyfriend and the guys thought I had heard them say something offensive so they sent me an email e-card with caricatures of the three of them talking as consolation.
This dream occurred in March, 2008: I had a dream that my mother and I found an old, run-down liquor store that was two hundred years old (or something along those lines) and looked like it was going to collapse or something. It had a big Jack Daniels sign outside, and there were a bunch of busted barrels outside that were falling apart. It was a cool old store, so we debated buying it and renovating it. We went inside, and the inside was much nicer than the outside. It was being run by two guys, who owned an old black-and-white dog, which rolled over on its back and begged for me to rub its belly. I did, and managed to hit the spot that made its leg thump. Then, I dreamed I was driving around with Eli and some other friends on a tour of other buildings. One old building in particular was historically significant, but it looked like a stark, lonely shack, and no plants grew around it. Then, we were boating down a wide, slow, blue river with lush vegetation on its banks. I was telling Eli about how I had a dream about a liquor store. I was watching large gears float down the river. They had blue glowing runes inscribed on them, and belonged to some other civilization. After this, I woke up.
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