09-19-2012 -- [Incredibly long dream with almost no story, I'll not be struggling to remember every detail, but just getting out the general idea of what was going on.] Am wandering around the Buena Park Mall in the present time, just exploring to see what is different. Have gone downstairs near the back entrance near Newberries and Sears, and am just wandering toward the food court. Am looking at stores I can remember from previous dreams, not that I remember from real life. Come across a lady working who looks like Rosemary, but who I don't remember as Rosemary, but as a person who was working in a strange combination art store/pet store in past dream. She's now working in the same shop (which is now a furniture store) and a shop across the way, hurrying back and forth between the two. I reach the food court area, which it seems just keeps growing and growing. There are now 4 or 5 food stores stretching from the food court into the corridor I was approaching from, and a ton of stores on the left, as well as the right. The pizza place I used to get square pizza slices from was there, plus a Chinese place, but the tons of stalls mostly seem to be of much less quality than what I remember in real life. Somewhere around this point, both the screws have come loose on my glasses, and both the ear pieces have fallen off. I can't get things to line up properly, and am deciding to stop at the optometrists down here, and let them fix it. I have been trying to price actual store fronts, and figure out how much it might cost to open a shop down here, but every store I have seen so far has been open, amazing in this economy. But I continue down the corridor leading to the movie theater, and here they seem to have been doing some major construction, and lots of shops are closed. Looks the the pricing is about $94,000 for a slim storefront, though I have no idea how long that is for. Somehow I find an exit from the lower level on the La Palma side [which has no exits on that side except to the upper level, since the upper level is ground level] and I find myself looking at both the street in the distance, and a drop. Somehow they have built the mall on a number of levels, and in some way the lower level is above the upper level on this side. Very strange. I'm thinking it looks like the various levels at the airport, placed one on top of the other. I head back into the mall, now on the upper level near May Company. I walk past Waldenbooks, and mom is there, moping because they closed down. It is a little sad, considering how much time I spent in there looking for books as a kid. I continue on toward Sears, and things get quite weird for brief moments in a number of ways. At one point, I am trying desperately to avoid the Weasley Twins, though I have no idea why. At another, I am wandering from elevator to elevator with a bag of equipment, testing to see if all the lights on the buttons are working, or if I need to report some of them are out. The actual repair person working on the elevators is a little annoyed at me. In another, a bunch of kids are following me through a store that seems to be selling mostly leather clothes, and I have no idea why. Finally there is something weird about an attractive blonde princess, but that disappears quickly. Soon I am heading down the corridor toward JC Penney, and stop by Max's Carmel Corn Stand, which is a frequent stop in my dreams when I visit this mall. Max (who looks like Don Dunn in this dream) is pouring carmel corn and is asking me about calling the police or something. At first it seems like he is accusing me of setting them on him, but then it switched where he is calling them on me, though I have no idea why. I head back downstairs at the elevator next to B Dalton, and there is a guy offering tax advise, and a lady who he has asked to help find people to ask him questions. She is being tossed out by security for taking up his (the tax advisers') time, and he is starting to ask others to help him. If helping him gets people thrown out, why would we want to help? I walk into B Dalton, which is open, and start looking around. Oddly enough, though it is a bookstore, I don't see any specific books. My mind doesn't bother populating them. Instead I see a slightly oriental girl who has fallen to the ground, and is starting to shake and steam. Another girl is trying to hook jumper cables up to the girl and herself, to try and drain off the electricity that is frying the girl, but can't seem to get it right. The first girl bursts into a momentary ball of flame, spontaneous combustion, then collapses into ash, and I can remember news reports of a strange condition going around where trying to jump-start a heart burns a body, rather than gets the heart going again. Just weird stuff.
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