Facebook Family
I was in a small Indian supermarket. For some reason, I bought a carton of eggs, and went to pay for them. There was a line of people, but they didn't seem to be interested in the tills, so I jumped in front of them, and was served by an old Indian woman. Instead of asking me to pay for the eggs, she told me they weren't of a very good quality, so she opened the carton, took one out, and said, "Look, it's only half full". She dropped it on the counter twice, and it cracked, which I took to mean it wasn't a very good egg. I thanked her for pointing this out for me, and she told me to pick out another carton of eggs.
By this stage, the shop had turned into my Nan's house (As so often happens in my dreams), so I had to go into another room to get the eggs. However, the room was empty except for a long line of square pieces of paper stuck to the floor. On further inspection, each one turned out to be a Facebook photo album, which I assumed belonged to the family that ran the shop. Each square contained a thumbnail photo of what the albums contained, a title (They all seemed to be photos from various holidays around the world, and I marvelled at how much they must have travelled), the date the album was created, and the date the photos were taken. I walked down the list, wondering how long they'd had a Facebook account for, and the last one was dated 1998, with the photos being taken in 1995. I doubt Facebook's been around that long.
I read a bit more (I don't know where this extra information came from), and it turned out that the woman that had served me was the grandmother of the family, and was very old and quite ill. At this point, two unsavoury-looking guys walked into room, and I stayed out of sight of them (Even though the room was now empty, I guess I was still hiding in another aisle). They seemed to be planning a robbery, oblivious of me, and one of them went through to the other room. I was expecting the worst, and sure enough he soon ran back in, shouting that it hadn't gone to plan, and they should get out of there. I went back into the other room, and I found the old woman on the floor, dead (I assumed he'd just tried to frighten her, and she'd had a heart attack). I was incredibly sad she'd died, which I can't really explain, because I think I've forgotten something else that happened, something she told me to make me feel a kind of empathy towards her. I kneeled beside her for a while, and then decided there was one last thing I wanted to do for her. Before I could do this, however, my alarm went off and woke me up, and I don't remember what I'd intended to do. My heart was pounding.
By this stage, the shop had turned into my Nan's house (As so often happens in my dreams), so I had to go into another room to get the eggs. However, the room was empty except for a long line of square pieces of paper stuck to the floor. On further inspection, each one turned out to be a Facebook photo album, which I assumed belonged to the family that ran the shop. Each square contained a thumbnail photo of what the albums contained, a title (They all seemed to be photos from various holidays around the world, and I marvelled at how much they must have travelled), the date the album was created, and the date the photos were taken. I walked down the list, wondering how long they'd had a Facebook account for, and the last one was dated 1998, with the photos being taken in 1995. I doubt Facebook's been around that long.
I read a bit more (I don't know where this extra information came from), and it turned out that the woman that had served me was the grandmother of the family, and was very old and quite ill. At this point, two unsavoury-looking guys walked into room, and I stayed out of sight of them (Even though the room was now empty, I guess I was still hiding in another aisle). They seemed to be planning a robbery, oblivious of me, and one of them went through to the other room. I was expecting the worst, and sure enough he soon ran back in, shouting that it hadn't gone to plan, and they should get out of there. I went back into the other room, and I found the old woman on the floor, dead (I assumed he'd just tried to frighten her, and she'd had a heart attack). I was incredibly sad she'd died, which I can't really explain, because I think I've forgotten something else that happened, something she told me to make me feel a kind of empathy towards her. I kneeled beside her for a while, and then decided there was one last thing I wanted to do for her. Before I could do this, however, my alarm went off and woke me up, and I don't remember what I'd intended to do. My heart was pounding.