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[frustratedpilot]

The other night I dreamed that, once a shopping mall's tenant viability had sunken below a subsistance level, the property had instead repurposed itself as an indoor amusement park. All the interior decor had changed, from walls to flooring to lighting, but it was all still in the same general shell exterior it had as a center of retail commerce.

In the coming years I would make it a regular haunt, playing some of the games and lunching on weiners and chips.