Dream Post: Riots in the Supermarket
I don't normally do posts just dedicated to dreams, but this was so vivid and crazy I have to share.
In the dream, my mum and sister were helping me with a big shop I was doing; it seemed the system at this shop was we could order online, then we went and collected it on a conveyor belt, but they added a load of items that they thought we might want, but which we didn't.
This stuff was flooding past on the conveyor belt, and we had to take out all this unwanted stuff. Some of the stuff we rejected was cute looking and I even contemplated buying them as birthday gifts for people later in the year. It was stuff like these hand crafted models of birds saying things like "I'm pooping".
Anyway, then this woman started rooting through the trolley we were filling up with things we did want; she took out a newspaper that I had been looking forward to reading, and when I asked "What do you think you're doing?" she said something like "I need these things", and then started going around other peoples' trolleys doing the same.
So, then I chased her through the supermarket until a female security guard showed up and said, "Is she stealing peoples' stuff?" I told her yes, and she took over the chase - we didn't see either of them again.
Anyway, we started to leave the shop and my sister and mum went off in different directions. My mum appeared round the corner and said "I've just been sick".
I started talking about calling 999, when two security guards told her to sit down and they would sort things out.
But then, my mum got up and projectile vomited all over the place; people were running out of the supermarket, and eventually a security guard said, "Come this way, the ambulance is here".
Then, as we started to leave, the security guard told us we were banned from all branches of their store, and to never came back.
I turned to him to give him a piece of my mind, and he started going on about buying them some special tomato ketchup by way of apology.
I told him, "You are the worst human being, worse than that woman who was stealing from our trolley" and with that, I punched him ... and woke up realising that I was punching the water bottle I keep by my bed.
It's not often that I start to enact my dreams for real, but the water bottle went over; didn't smash thankfully, but I did resolve to move it further away from where I sleep just in case of a repeat incident.
In the dream, my mum and sister were helping me with a big shop I was doing; it seemed the system at this shop was we could order online, then we went and collected it on a conveyor belt, but they added a load of items that they thought we might want, but which we didn't.
This stuff was flooding past on the conveyor belt, and we had to take out all this unwanted stuff. Some of the stuff we rejected was cute looking and I even contemplated buying them as birthday gifts for people later in the year. It was stuff like these hand crafted models of birds saying things like "I'm pooping".
Anyway, then this woman started rooting through the trolley we were filling up with things we did want; she took out a newspaper that I had been looking forward to reading, and when I asked "What do you think you're doing?" she said something like "I need these things", and then started going around other peoples' trolleys doing the same.
So, then I chased her through the supermarket until a female security guard showed up and said, "Is she stealing peoples' stuff?" I told her yes, and she took over the chase - we didn't see either of them again.
Anyway, we started to leave the shop and my sister and mum went off in different directions. My mum appeared round the corner and said "I've just been sick".
I started talking about calling 999, when two security guards told her to sit down and they would sort things out.
But then, my mum got up and projectile vomited all over the place; people were running out of the supermarket, and eventually a security guard said, "Come this way, the ambulance is here".
Then, as we started to leave, the security guard told us we were banned from all branches of their store, and to never came back.
I turned to him to give him a piece of my mind, and he started going on about buying them some special tomato ketchup by way of apology.
I told him, "You are the worst human being, worse than that woman who was stealing from our trolley" and with that, I punched him ... and woke up realising that I was punching the water bottle I keep by my bed.
It's not often that I start to enact my dreams for real, but the water bottle went over; didn't smash thankfully, but I did resolve to move it further away from where I sleep just in case of a repeat incident.