I'm on a path, following some sort of guide. I believe I am in a small group of people. We're going to a place called "the camp." I don't know much about it, but I do know that it is somewhat magical and that I should be very lucky that I have been invited to go. The guide keeps telling us it will take a long time to get to, and that the road there is treacherous and hard, however I feel we arrive rather shortly after. We emerge onto a cliff, there's a huge building down below. It's massive, long, and has carvings of people on the sides of it. It's huge and I'm in awe of the sheer vastness of it all. There are people milling about working, and groups of people chanting together.
I settle into the camp a little, but before long the police arrive in little carriages. The camp only has one carriage which can fit two people in the front and one in a box. They said I could ride in the front since I had just arrived, it wouldn't be as hard for me or something. They passed out keys to people and whoever got the key that fit in the box would be allowed to ride with us. A very old man got it and was overjoyed. We took off, I don't recall who was sitting next to me. After some time we were chased down by some people from the camp. They pulled the old man out of the box and shoved two scared looking children in there. They said that the keys didn't matter, what mattered was saving the children. We rode on.
I was dropped off in front of a Safeway. For some reason I knew that horrible things were going on in there, things that I must uncover the truth to. I walked to the back of the store and found an apron that I put on so as to make me look more like a worker. I realized, looking down at myself that I looked pretty funny. I felt like my Rudimentary Peni sweater was huge, and my pants were dirty.
I went into the back room where there were lots of huge machines and people working. A woman, I assume the manager, came over to me and asked if I would like to see how they sorted things. I said that I would like that very much. She was sorting bubble gum and gave me a box of it to put into different containers. I found a lot of things in my sweater pockets, some post cards from Elena. I set them down in one of the boxes and realized that they didn't belong there and that I probably shouldn't share them with anyone else.
There was a giant suction tube in the room. How it worked was you put something in it and it suctions it up the tube and shoots it at the building across the way. I realized that that was probably where I should investigate.
I went outside where Max and Donald were standing. They offered to take me wherever I needed to go, but they didn't have a car. They said it wouldn't be a problem and we could just borrow one. They grabbed a pretty nice looking car, and they both got into the front seat. There was no back seat so I just kind of rolled around as they were driving, trying to hold on to things. I know that during the duration of the dream they stole three different cars (returning them to the parking lot after every use, joy rides if you will). The places I ended up are all kinda bunched together and almost a separate dream, but the same at the same time.
I'm in a very nice house. Whoever lives here is filthy rich. I know I'm in a womans room. There are large pillars with boxes on top of them full of jewelry, gold, diamonds, and altogether very fine things. I start rummaging through these baskets. I know I'm looking for something in particular but I am unsure of what it is or looks like. I can hear someone coming. My dog is with me and I grab her and we go hide in the closet. I use a duvet to cover us. I'm very worried because the dog keeps moving around and growling. We're found shortly by a friendly, younger looking man. He escorts us outside and says he won't tell on us.
Back at safeway. Liz is there and says that she doesn't like my hair. She says that at first it was cool and a novelty, but over time it's not good anymore. I went inside where a man told me that he didn't like my hair either, he said it was stupid and I should do something about it. I remember going to some house and bleaching out the black parts and getting scared that I had left it in too long and that my hair would fall out. I looked in the mirror and realized that the top half of my hair was cut really short, like an inch short, the rest really long cascading around my shoulders, down my back. I was sad because I've been trying to grow my hair out really long, and I felt like this was almost mullet-esque.
I put some blue hair dye in, some red, and black streaks and felt much better about it.
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I'm standing in the middle of the street and there are about fifteen or so other people standing around talking to each other in small groups. I'm feeling kind of sad because no one will talk to me. Finally, some guy came over to me and started talking to me. We both established that we had escaped the camp and must get back. I felt as though I had lost something or someone at the camp, and if I could only get back I would be able to find it/them.
Liz came over and said that if we went up this path to the top of some mountain and turned left at the gym we would find something important. We walked up the mountain path, found the gym and then found a music/toy store. We went inside and everyone was playing on keyboards. I walked over to the counter and passed a large rack of leather jackets. There was some evil looking woman buying a toupee. It was made out of animal fur and was very rough to the touch. "What the fuck are you looking at?" She snarled.
"Nothing."
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