Hello hello. I decided to post my (interesting) dreams online to encourage the development of more interesting dreams. I also like talking about my dreams, so any comments are appreciated. Any lucid dreams I have will be in blue text, nightmares in red, and false awakenings in brown.
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Well, to kick things off, I'll post last night's dream:
6/24/07
My mom drops my friend, Nate, and me off at a super market, Bel-Air I think, to buy some multi-grain bread. While there, Nate and I decide to get some other stuff with our own money. We fill up a thermos with some soup that is for sale and we eat a baguette. I toss the price tag for the baguette in our cart so we can pay for it later. As soon as I do that, the security guard/manager confronts us. He claims that we are stealing food. I try and tell him that we aren't, but he doesn't listen, so Nate and I go off to some other part of the store to get more stuff. We then pick up some bagels that look really good (maple glazed or something). Then, concluding that we have enough, we head to the check out line. When we get there manager is talking with the checker, who appears to be some sort of judge, as well as the highest authority in the super market. The manager claims that we snuck into his house earlier that day and filled up our thermoses with the soup his wife had made for him. The checker asks that we show him the rim (which is detachable) of my thermos. He looks at it for flecks or scratches, but doesn't see any. He then determines that the thermos was made after 9/11 (WTF?) and therefore wasn't stolen. The manager then says we stole the baguette, but I show the checker the price tag and he continues to argue with the manager. While they're arguing I look down at my bagels. There's very small print but I read it. It was a list of ingredients and a picture of the manager with a caption of him saying that he is obsesses with his products' flavors. I go to show this the checker as further proof of the manager's insanity, but I notice the checker is analyzing some other item from my cart and typing in incredibly long, complicated names into the computer, which I take to be the scientific names of ingredients in whatever thing he was scanning. Then I wake up.
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