Ordinary dream; strange message

This one kind of bothers me, and I don't know exactly how I feel after waking up to it. I had it while taking a nap, not too long ago. I kept telling myself for the past few days that I need a dream about this situation that I'm in, and I finally got one, though, the message is a bit... confusing for me.

Thanks ahead of time, if someone interprets it for me!



Dream 37 (July 18, 2010)

Well, I was at Wal-Mart--but not my store, the one in Rockwall, TX. I was walking around, waiting for the stockers to finish stocking. I walked to the stockrooms a few times, but then walked back out to the sales floor. I was in the pets area and noticed that the stocker there--whom was a guy that I did not like--was finished, and that was the only department that I had to process. Anyway, I finished my job, and everyone else started to walk out of the store. We were all celebrating and throwing candy at each other. I had a plastic gun that shot out balloons filled with candy. I also had my jacket and gloves with me at the time, then decided to clock out after awhile. Before I did, though, I saw one of my managers--the strict one--and we walked the floor together and I told him I was done, and what all wasn’t finished. Everything but the pets area was clean: empty pallets were on the floor, there was cardboard down in the aisles, etc.. Then there was a pallet of freight in front of one aisle, and he saw it, but I realized it was the day shift that made it and there was nothing to worry about. He made some other comment earlier about how he was going to deal with the “dumb” people, too, as we were walking together. The shift was over, though, and we both went to the registers.

The registers were packed with customers, and for some reason, there was glass surrounding us, rather than walls and we could see the parking lot. Everyone was hurrying to get checked out and leave, and so was I--even though I had bought nothing. I realized I lost a glove, and I was searching for it everywhere, but couldn’t find it. I walked back up the sales floor, but came back to the cash registers, because I had remembered one of my co-workers throwing a glove up there earlier when we were celebrating. I found a glove on the floor soon after, but it wasn’t mine, it was too small. More customers came. I had to fight through the crowds, and I wanted my glove. Finally, though, I found it in front of one of those little refrigerators that have drinks in them, but there was some lady bending over, putting groceries in her cart and it made me feel awkward. I shook it off and grabbed the glove anyway, and left.

Once outside, I felt alone and dead on the inside--but not in agony. Everything was quiet and still. People were getting into their cars and leaving the lot, but the strangest part about the lot was that it was enclosed by apartment buildings. I saw a sign, which read: “Oakcreek”, the apartment complex’s name, I’m assuming. I walked the lot and admired the gloom, then I noticed that I had lost my glove again, somehow, and went to search for it; however, I took a seat on a bench, instead. I sat there a good while, just looking straight ahead, then I turned around, to look behind me, because I felt someone there. I saw my ex, standing behind a bench, with her arms held up like Jesus Christ, crucified on the cross. (Really strange comparison, but that’s how she stood.) I looked at her, but I felt nothing for or against her. Then I found my glove, and it was soggy. For some reason, the thought that she and this “boyfriend” of hers had sex with the glove ran across my mind, and it infuriated me. But I ignored the anger and looked back at her. Her mouth was open, as if in shock, and she had this blank expression on her face. She began to talk, and very slowly and monotonously. I can’t remember word-for-word what she said, but I can remember the general message. She said something along the lines that she ended it with the guy because it was just an internet thing, and that she could only just be friends with him because she couldn’t be romantically involved with someone she met over the internet. Then she told me that she and I were perfect for each other, and started to list off reasons as to why that was, but the dream cut off there. I really don’t know how to take that message.