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Dream I just woke up from:
I drove up to the complex where Villa is, and met the lady from the Acme salad bar at the little bush-brick thing in the middle of the plaza. She showed me her little electronic pocket-organizer. I told her it looked cheap, but it was still cool. Someone else walked over, stood next to me, and started fishing around in her bag. I couldn't even face her. She then proceeded to tell the salad bar woman about my faults, and I couldn't bear to defend myself. I ran away. I got to my car, which wasn't my car at all, it was a Toyota Corolla. There were two large trucks parked on either side of it, and I couldn't fit between the car and the truck on the driver's side, so I had to squeeze in on the passenger's side. I slid over, and noticed my back left window was wide open, and there was a really old lady with curly white hair and large glasses trying to take my skateboard out of the back. I pulled out of the spot quickly, and she was thrown from the car. She started running away, untypically fast for a woman of her age. I started chasing her around the parking lot (in the car), going over curbs, trees, and whatever else was in the way. I lost her, and I ended up getting out of my car to look for her. I started searching inside the stores in the strip-mall, and when I got to Villa, I looked in the window and saw her behind a counter that doesn't actually exist inside. She was looking at the ground, and I started knocking on the window obnoxiously. She looked up, and I gave her the finger for about a minute, mouthing the words, "Yeah, bitch," repeatedly. She kept staring down at the ground, looking really sad. I then kissed my skateboard, letting her know it was still mine. Tara who was working thought I was giving her the finger at first, but she got it after a while. She was dressed really ghetto for some reason. I skated away, trying to ollie over a curb, but I fell. At that moment, I woke up with my face buried in my pillow, and my back arched in the air. It's good to know my dreams reflect some of what's on my mind.
I drove up to the complex where Villa is, and met the lady from the Acme salad bar at the little bush-brick thing in the middle of the plaza. She showed me her little electronic pocket-organizer. I told her it looked cheap, but it was still cool. Someone else walked over, stood next to me, and started fishing around in her bag. I couldn't even face her. She then proceeded to tell the salad bar woman about my faults, and I couldn't bear to defend myself. I ran away. I got to my car, which wasn't my car at all, it was a Toyota Corolla. There were two large trucks parked on either side of it, and I couldn't fit between the car and the truck on the driver's side, so I had to squeeze in on the passenger's side. I slid over, and noticed my back left window was wide open, and there was a really old lady with curly white hair and large glasses trying to take my skateboard out of the back. I pulled out of the spot quickly, and she was thrown from the car. She started running away, untypically fast for a woman of her age. I started chasing her around the parking lot (in the car), going over curbs, trees, and whatever else was in the way. I lost her, and I ended up getting out of my car to look for her. I started searching inside the stores in the strip-mall, and when I got to Villa, I looked in the window and saw her behind a counter that doesn't actually exist inside. She was looking at the ground, and I started knocking on the window obnoxiously. She looked up, and I gave her the finger for about a minute, mouthing the words, "Yeah, bitch," repeatedly. She kept staring down at the ground, looking really sad. I then kissed my skateboard, letting her know it was still mine. Tara who was working thought I was giving her the finger at first, but she got it after a while. She was dressed really ghetto for some reason. I skated away, trying to ollie over a curb, but I fell. At that moment, I woke up with my face buried in my pillow, and my back arched in the air. It's good to know my dreams reflect some of what's on my mind.